Blogging, Poetry

Sleep

Sleep deep, deep sleep.

Sleep to the highest steep.

To run away from misery & pain.

Sadness is the only thing to gain.

So sleep tight

Don’t let the bed bugs bite.

Sleep is wrong but also right.

Sleep to drift into plight.

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