Come, fair sleep, and triumph o'r the fake night.
Plauged and rolling, no rest for my weary.
As though the God of sleep plays tricks on me,
and has wrapped the day in a dark shawl.
Come, fair sleep, else the new day dawn without a new morning for me.
1 comment:
I like how a lot of your blogs use a poetic syntax. I wonder if you are perhaps a writer (or wish to be) in your real life....
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