I want to sleep
There is a shiver
Running through my
My starry spine,
Creeping, seeping,
Through my resolute blood -
The sap of the world.
When this day ends,
My own celestial leaves
Will becomes part
Of this forzen, barren ground.
While harsh soil need not be tilled
By human hands,
I want to wake up
In warmer times,
When there are small
Ferns growing beneath my feet,
And fields of wheat to
My side. I want to sleep.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
