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Sleep

Oh, weary soul.

I barely see you behind those tired eyes.

Let us rest, deeply,

beautifully,

with compassion

for all life has given, harshly.

It is a darling life.

A life to be cherished

with each breath of our aching day.

I sleep, now,

knowing morning matters

only when it greets me.

I sleep, now.

I sleep, now.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. 💕

2 replies on “Sleep”

All of that Brooke, all of that.
I feel that the only thing wrong with our design is that we don’t remember the time we are sleeping as being restful.
But increasingly now I greet the dawn knowing I have rested – a more full darling life, which is wonderful.
Thank you again.

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