In the midst of sleep,
Away from an iffy dream,
Through the aperture in the window,
I saw a shaft of light,
gleaming, dazzling,
killing the demons of the morn.
Though one pulverizing but smiling wryly,
reminds me of its return at night quietly.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 8:55 AM UTC
In the midst of sleep,
Away from an iffy dream,
Through the aperture in the window,
I saw a shaft of light,
gleaming, dazzling,
killing the demons of the morn.
Though one pulverizing but smiling wryly,
reminds me of its return at night quietly.
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