(12.15.20)
Sleep beckons me
Wraps me up in its ebony arms
Such a gentle touch
It says to rest
My eyes slowly shut
Limbs grow heavy
Breathing slows
Mind drifts off
To sleep
My solace
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Words of the Soul
PoetryRandom poetry I've written. Thanks to @FZhang for the awesome cover (again!) Most impressive tag: #78 in Thinking
