Sweet Sleep


Callous dry

words imply

sun goodbye

says my eye.

I’ve done bad,

lost all I had.

But now glad

but little sad.

Silk and lace

grace a face

mine to trace

sad I replace.

Memory see

I see I did be

a part of me

I birth at sea.

Thrown out

back around

the sky cloud

is my shroud.

This farewell

has rose smell

as songs I tell

myths dispel.


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