Sleep

Poem By Charles Lara

Sleep sleep sleep
deep magnificent sleep
cradles me like
a mother holding
her newborn
for the first time.
I close my eyes and feel
the warm sensation
of precious pure sleep
immortal sleep outside
of a mixed up world.
Sweet vanilla scent
from dreams of beauty
holding me forever,
brings me everything
I need to stay a
sleep sleep sleep.

Comments about Sleep

Ah to sleep ah to dream. It's another world that I have seen. I must be honest I must not tell a lie. I'd love to sleep untill I die. I know where your coming from! ! !


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