29.

11 4 4
                                    

(12.15.20)


Sleep beckons me

Wraps me up in its ebony arms


Such a gentle touch

It says to rest


My eyes slowly shut

Limbs grow heavy


Breathing slows

Mind drifts off


To sleep

My solace

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