Sleep is but a dream
where poetry festers
to scratch the mind awake
revealing, not a vision of beauty
but a desire
to sit upon that morning star
and crow like a banshee
Sleep is but a dream
where poetry festers
to scratch the mind awake
revealing, not a vision of beauty
but a desire
to sit upon that morning star
and crow like a banshee
Love this piece, Martin!
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Thanks, Kay
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