Sleep falls from my eyes,
Rolls over my pillow
Like dew on a rose,
And puddles on the floor.
Great pools reflecting
Images I had just forgotten.
I fumble for the key�.
One last kiss
My sweet-slumber love.
Gone.
Back to Poetry
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| Morning. Sleep falls from my eyes, Rolls over my pillow Like dew on a rose, And puddles on the floor. Great pools reflecting Images I had just forgotten. I fumble for the key�. One last kiss My sweet-slumber love. Gone. Back to Poetry |
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