For She is SleepA Poem by implicitThis is one of two versions of this work. It is unclear which is the earlier version.
I invited her here
to my bed My offer she ignored her heart cold as lead But I hear her voice from the other rooms Singing a quiet, gentle tune One day she will call me With her voice sweet Beckon me, pull me For she is Sleep © 2024 implicit |
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