Sleep
Where is the line
Severing night and day
It resides in our mind
Yet is so far away
Where consciousness meets
Its state of unrest
A new world emerges
Our thoughts are its nest
Drowsiness lingers
Aimlessly trying
To manifest fully
It thinks it is dying
But when the sun rises
The mind is begotten
And the subconscious realm
Is dreamt it’s forgotten
This poem is about:
Our world
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