Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Poem #12 - Sleeping Late

I enjoy sleeping late,
To have pleasant dreams,
That may give me a clue
About my future fate.

Sleep is best
When it is deep,
And when one is snuggled under the covers,
As a breeze through the window hovers,
Closely by my face and hair,
It's comforting like a cuddly little bear.

So long as nightmares stay away,
I consider sleep
One of the best parts of the day.

The End

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