Sleep Sleep

Under the clouds the calling grows

In its covers warm colours glow

Flowing within I feel at peace

Floating with light, summer’s breeze

Under my covers, my blanket in hand

With its ease your arms I grasp

Fleeting memories pacing past

I beckon in to sleep at last.

The Reach

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