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Sleep

Between the darkness of ebony night and the brightness of sun lit day, lies a realm of infinite dreams within sleep's mystical world of play. Daily stresses are chased from the mind in the cleansing hours of mortal rest. The body feels slumber's healing touch, as it prepares for the next day's test. The closed lids hide dreaming eyes, shielding them from reality's pain. Woven images flow upon imagined light, only to be forgotten by the waking brain. The healing pools of soothing sleep sweeps away the aches of yesterday. Time stops briefly in the magic of repose, leaving fragments of peace within starlight's last ray.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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