Beloved.Sleep.
In the hope of moving on
To a sphere that calms, that soothes
Yet, another night when
The journey seems endless, destination far
Yet, another night when
Lights are switched off in a hurry
And the ceiling continues to glow
Counting sheep, they say
Is child's play
And dwelling on lost times
The easy way
Insistent tugs from the other world
To go or not to go
Is the question
"Come soon", floats a call
From far away
The boat is waiting.
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