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Sleep

It comes tip toeing to the eyes
Gently caressing the eyelids with delicate feathers
Taking the soul far away in the land of amusements
Where everything is possible
I could fly to the farthest cloud
I could swim to the deepest oceans
I could play with stars
I could touch the pearls
A land of amusements and riches
Where I am who I am, Like nobody is watching

I am waiting for it today, almost missed her
May be she is round the corner, May be I can catch her
To fly again, to swim again
To meet me again.

Come sleep come…gently tip toeing and take me away with you.

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