Sleep, sifting in through her eyelashes, seeping into the soul. Saturating the mind and quieting the spirit. She ponders veiled memories of those departed and slips, slips, into the restful depth of darkness.
-- I composed this short poem the other day when I was drifting off. A picture of the blissfulness of sleep. Hope you enjoyed it!
AnaMichele
Nice! Reminds me of something Olivia would write.
ReplyDeletehaha thanks. :)
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