Sleep
Sleep
The violet purple sky above lay eyes to play with the sun
The darkened garnet green of the fields are for animals to seek and run
The warmest orange flame of a fire to sit beside when work is done
The smiling rosy cheeked woman to love when weary eyes are stung
And all is quiet in my world as sweet slumber rest does come
Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2013
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