Sleep

.

Sleep

Takes my hands

And guides me to its keep

Where dreams reside

Creeping from the darkest corners

Of my mind

.

Sleep

Often leaves

On long trips that make me grieve

For all the ideas that could've been conceived

And for the lightness in my chest

After a long night of rest

.

Sleep

Envelopes me in a blanket

And transports me to a world of strange trinkets

All the possibilities make me excited

And though it fills me with dread when it comes to an end

Sleep helps me begin my day delighted

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AN: sleep is great