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Cradled into Sleep
as the glowworms
in the stygian night
threw flickers of light
like scattered gems,
when little birdies cuddled under
their mother’s warmth,
while the long whistle of a train
was dying in the distance,
I sensed the indulgent grip
of the hands of Sleep
who took me
to his gilded chamber of dreams!
Copyright ©
Valsa George
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