My eyelids grow heavy alongside the clouds
Sleep awaiting me as it falls dreamside
The gentle window-tapping drowning out the world
That is oblivious to the way days ask us to rest
Photo by Danielle Dolson on Unsplash
Dreary Rest
My eyelids grow heavy alongside the clouds
Sleep awaiting me as it falls dreamside
The gentle window-tapping drowning out the world
That is oblivious to the way days ask us to rest
Photo by Danielle Dolson on Unsplash
"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent." -Victor Hugo
A little bit of this, a little bit of that
- Verse Seventeen -
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