Sleep,
a place too far from being still,
my head to chill, and lie in bliss,
and sweep my muse out on the sill,
to rest and blow a tender kiss.
as inspiration has great cost,
especially when sleep is lost.
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Author Notes
Thanks to Dolly's Poems for sharing this creative poetry form and helping me with the meter. XOs....
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