Sleeping Eyes

Dreaming of things, that have never been.

Seldom does life spin, such sagas within.

Creeping twilight, chasing shadows across the desert sand.

Moonlit nights, swelling with lovers' cries.

Fill the space behind, my sleeping eyes.

Where memories of the past seep, through every seam.

Tumbling down, down into times' stream...

  






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