MY BED TIME
The sky is falling for me,
And the earth parts in me,
All I can see is you,
And myself in my sweet dream.
I cannot listen to a sound of a fallen needle,
Or the sound of a flickering candle,
All that matters to me is- I am on my bed,
Tired, anxious and wishing for a bed of roses red.
The bark of a dog,
Window glass white with fog,
I can see only my dream,
In my closed eyes-flowing like a stream.
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