The alluring peace attained at the last,
The beautiful sleep starts at the end.
Thing you've been running of so long,
Comes and takes you in it's arms,
In it's mystical embrace
where all there is
is darkness, mist.
A long, long and pleasant sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts from an old diary
PoetryFeel free to vote and comment if you enjoy reading! (Previously known as "Poetry On Fingertips") •2nd Position in The Crown Awards 2020 •#1 in #poetryislife -28/June/2020 •#1 in #poetrylovers -26/Feb/2019 And plz don't copy my book, Truyen.
