The clock had struck two and I found myself collapsing on a cluster Of scattered cushions and messy blankets, Drifting away into a light slumber. Today was a rarity – a small lull In a lifetime of chaotic proportion, And it was a joy to rest, but Many times I awoke to footsteps of men,Continue reading “A Light Slumber”
Water; a form that changes shape to conform, but does not belong to the place it temporarily rests.
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