20 Nov Sleep
Posted at 21:37h
in Poems
If time returned back to its bottle
Fortune might finally favor me
The thistles return to the soil
And freedom from my slavery
Then again I am a question
If I were retracted, de-said
My answer would stay asleep
And every dreamer is dead
Nobody can go to sleep wanting
To wake up to dawn-drawn sky
Now I know what our Lord meant
When He said we would never die