Aurora slept one hundred years.
Is that to be my fate?
That is all I can assume
When I sleep all day.Somewhere I must have struck a spindle,
Not that I could tell.
My calloused fingers have never known
The peace of being well.
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YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryMy feelings are written So I may find peace I hope you relate To these words as you read
Briar Rose
Aurora slept one hundred years.
Is that to be my fate?
That is all I can assume
When I sleep all day.Somewhere I must have struck a spindle,
Not that I could tell.
My calloused fingers have never known
The peace of being well.