Blessed Sleep
Beneath the down of evening tide awake without much rest
I listen to the sounds of silence, ticks, and wind and then
prayers are said, guardians called and blessed sleep's divested.
*Triplet
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2012
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