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Friday, February 3, 2012

To Sleep

The sweet air from heaven,
Feels a mist of temptation
Whenever I let this happen,
Clouded views turn to motion.

Becomes vague-- bit by bit
As I let the winds slap me while I sit
The exact satisfaction I drool,
I carelessly elope until I lost my cool

I hear scratches behind my ears,
The line above my ears smears
A bright figure comes into view
Alas! It is time for me to wake up, that was my cue.
Serenity
This calm anguish, the hardest thing to keep
When holding my breath, feelings becomes meek
Calls an instant truce, it does not stop the war
The feelings inside becomes a rage, suits it more

Serenity! The sweet dampness slaps my cheeks
The windows of my temple forbid me to peek.
Yet I saw a vast sapphire blue sea.
Finally, removes this silent pain and lets me see.