A thought crossed me,as
I dusted the dirty linen of my bed...
The thought of a dead tomorrow...
Tomorrow,at the break of dawn
I wouldn't wake up,of habit
Off another night's sleep...
The mandates of a timekeeper
The thousand stories of an everyday
They would all be,meaningless...
I needed some sleep.....
I dusted the dirty linen of my bed...
The thought of a dead tomorrow...
Tomorrow,at the break of dawn
I wouldn't wake up,of habit
Off another night's sleep...
The mandates of a timekeeper
The thousand stories of an everyday
They would all be,meaningless...
I needed some sleep.....
probably a very big desire of all at some point or the other..to be able to take some rest from time and life..get a most restful and peaceful sleep...but hindered.
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