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Premium Member In the dead of night, when sleep refuses to come like a gentle cloud over thoughts
In the dead of night, when sleep refuses to come like a gentle cloud over thoughts,
there should be a sanctuary where you can retreat when fatigue becomes a burden,
when drinks no longer quench the thirst for forgetfulness, and grass no longer weaves dreams,
and I don't...

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Categories: cloud over, fantasy,
Form: Free verse

Book: Reflection on the Important Things