A friend advises,
That I imbibe,
A glass of chamomile,
The soothing tea,
An effort to sooth my soul,
In absolute silence,
I long for sleep,
But Balor beckons,
And I am,
Bound for fears,
And wishing for just an hour,
Of uninterrupted rest.
SDM
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
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