Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Thoughts: Sleep

The leaves rustle 
The water murmurs
Blades of grass swaying 
Gently in the wind 

Dogs chase
Birds swoop 
Crickets sing
Frogs croak

Feet ache
Beads of sweat on brow
The sun's rays
Beating against golden skin

Cool afternoon air 
Against abused flesh
Pebbles defenseless
Against the soles

Path was steep
Sight grew dim
A slip
Into an everlasting slumber

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