Slumber

Drifting through the empty city

Like a shadow across a wall;
Sleepy world I pass through

With your thick, cool blood
Coursing through tired veins.

 

I'll bury thee beneath the warm, soft soil,
That you may sprout roots and never move again;
Never think, nor fear, nor despair again;
Plantlike you will exist perpetual.

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