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And Sleep is a gift not be taken, lightly
Round an eiderdown sound feel gravity lift
Your weightless form above the ground now nightly
Faceless beings with wings like winding springs appear as lost
Winter shadows like strings are binding things with fields of frost
And sleep is a gift not to be taken, lightly
When between frozen floes of Night you drift
Round an eiderdown sound feel gravity lift
Your weightless form above the ground now nightly . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2016-07-12 at 19:08
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Now Nightly
When between the frozen floes of Night you driftAnd Sleep is a gift not be taken, lightly
Round an eiderdown sound feel gravity lift
Your weightless form above the ground now nightly
Faceless beings with wings like winding springs appear as lost
Winter shadows like strings are binding things with fields of frost
And sleep is a gift not to be taken, lightly
When between frozen floes of Night you drift
Round an eiderdown sound feel gravity lift
Your weightless form above the ground now nightly . . .
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 553 times
Written on 2016-07-12 at 19:08
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