Mar 2013
Tiny tiddly dots
Run across of my eyes
The sheep are long gone
And I've counted all the cracks
Dreams allude me
As reality enters
The sun rises once more
To another sleepless life
Run across of my eyes
The sheep are long gone
And I've counted all the cracks
Dreams allude me
As reality enters
The sun rises once more
To another sleepless life
© Clarisa Taylor 2013
