Submitted by : rosmani on Think

Somnia

Normally my soul stays hidden
in the deep recesses of my heart.

On some nights when I sleep
it creeps up to enter my mind.

Whispering softly, it lets me frolic
in a world without time and death.

An enduring mystery, sleep is parole
from the punishment of living.

Shrugging off the dream
I wake up to another day of misery.

Rashid Osmani; Oct 24, 2010
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