Sleep
It is a gift to close your eyes and sleep
To enjoy the healing balm of slumber
Slowly drifting away, lost in the deep
With no past or present to encumber
While dreaming winter dreams without number
Sleep's nothingness a special kind of bliss
From dusk to dawn the sweetest fairy kiss
Barbara Gorelick
Rhyme Royal contest by Dr Ram
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