Restless
My body aches
in this cycle of constant wake.
The sweet veil of slumber,
is undeserving to an idler.
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Essence : poetry
PoetryA collection of my thoughts set on fire and the ashes are used as compost for growth.
III
Restless
My body aches
in this cycle of constant wake.
The sweet veil of slumber,
is undeserving to an idler.
