Sleep
Slowly flows the evening in repose.
Softly life seeks its’ dark compose.
Silently they now repose.
Search, and in sleep, awake!
Seeking calm expose.
Simple thought shows
sleeping grows,
so doze.
sleep
Sleep
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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