The wings of sleep
Drift through my dreams,
Its feathers soft
Against the pitch-black of tired eyes.
A surge of blinding light
Ignites my placid heart
With the colors
Of my Muse.
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Little Nothings
Poetry***STUNNING COVER by @Repulsify, as commissioned through @InkCommunity 's Artlink Station!*** Things speak to us in different ways. For some, it's a small voice in our minds. For others, it's the things around us, weaving words into succession for s...
Wings of Sleep
The wings of sleep
Drift through my dreams,
Its feathers soft
Against the pitch-black of tired eyes.
A surge of blinding light
Ignites my placid heart
With the colors
Of my Muse.
