It wipes away the cares From a tired face The healing touch To a weary body The night it comes, With its cloak of black Carrying no expectations But in it’s wake Sweet sleep.
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Quick Pohm
May 30th, 2009 · 3 Comments · poetry
I wave to you From afar The feeling of seeing Someone familiar Riding on the crest Of the next wave Bringing you closer To me.