Eight hours of sleep,
Half for sweet dreams,
half cannot be seen.
Kringggggg!
Is it succubus from my new year sleep?Rays hit me from the window,
A sumptuous sun in front of me!
You are real!
And this is your natural largesse.(Photo is not mine)

YOU ARE READING
Hang - Leave
PoetryHanging for something is a choice and it depends; if you will leave or if they will leave you. (c) Kit Sandoval for the wonderful Cover 😎