cushioned oblivion
eyes closed to the weeping
hearing drowned in all dreams
reality altered
around us while sleeping
nothing quite as it seems
soothed by the angels
feted in slumber
purified innocent eyes
awaken to terrors, a
heaven more humbler
sleep the purveyor of lies
casting its light
in shadows of darkness
illusory nature of sleep
vile veracity
illumined day’s starkness
now hear those who must weep
Reblogged this on idealisticrebel and commented:
Well done
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Thank you for the reblog. 🙂 x
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جيد بتوفيق
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Welcome aboard. 🙂 I’m approving this comment although I haven’t looked up yet what it says. 😉 I’m being ever optimistic here. 🙂 x
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امطار من السعادة وبساتين من النجاح
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شكرا لك التفضل
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Are you in a bad mood…? Sounds dark to my uneducated ear. I told you I have no ability deciphering poems, but i keep trying.
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No bad mood. Imagination. 🙂 x
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Love this! “cushioned oblivion” and “purified innocent eyes” convey so much.
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Thank you, Melanie. Lovely of you to say so. Thank you for reading, commenting and enjoying. 🙂 x
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