Wednesday, 27 July 2016

Drifting Soul.

Lying on my sofa
legs dangling over the hand rest,
hands clasped together, 
I stared at the smooth ceiling;
that spoke of human nature!
smooth when close
rough when closer!

I stared and thought
until eyes dropped shut
drifted to little piece of sleep
not a routine hard to keep,
woke up but only to realize
this was the only time
I could have some peace!

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