Rest

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    Rest




    Rest


    Rest, peaceful sleep, the closing of the eyes. The loss of consciousness.
    A dream filled state where hopes become reality. Where fears are faced, and overcome.
    Where the self isn’t afraid to be it’s self . Where I meet you soul to soul .
    We dance, sing, making passionate love the whole night through. You holding me and me holding you.
    But then with the new day I wake, and my heart begins to brake, finding myself so painfully alone, and I long for

    Rest, peaceful sleep, the closing of the eyes.



    By: Pamela J. McConnell

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