Rest and revive
Her lilting words binded
And brought heads against soft downing
Hairs brushed off of tired foreheads
Eased in place with her gentle fondling
To sleep is something sweet,
Lost to many in unjust lives
Yet one breath of sigh on a restless brow
And sloshed by dream waters they go.
The above poem is for the NaPoWriMo2022. Day 19.
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