It's Time for New Dawn
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| Sleep: By Francine Chaderon; French Contemporary Artist |
My eyelids are heavy,
They're moist, they're glued.
A dream is surmounting
my tired conscience.
A caress, I need
some fingers through hair.
A kiss on my forehead,
some song from behind.
No questions on right,
no answers for wrong.
Put me to sleep,
Been awake for so long.
Just put me to sleep,
It's time for new dawn.
That dream has no sorrow
and nothing to lose.
Neither friends nor foes
only silence around...
No fears to bother,
No joy to chastise.
My dream has a peace
as pure as sunrise.
My wooden home
has no corners, no end;
Three feet below
and infinitely high
It rests away, Lord
from the world all alone!
Just put me to sleep
Free and Unknown..
Just put me to sleep
Tag :
childhood
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dreams
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English Poem
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existentialism
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Milan
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poems
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suicide
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The Dead Butterfly
