April 25, 2017April 25, 2017

The Sleep

The eyebrows twitch
while the eyes flutter
signalling grief.

The wind blows
melody enwraps
a fragrance spreads
peace transcends.

The eyebrows settle
while the eyelids close
inducing sleep.

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