Request
If a knife is not your gift
Or poisoned cup ours to share
Then I ask a small boon
A compromise if you please
Give me dreamless sleep
So I may practise death
Or poisoned cup ours to share
Then I ask a small boon
A compromise if you please
Give me dreamless sleep
So I may practise death
6 comments:
practise death .. gosh .. this has the feel of fact.. not just a flight of imagination... it made me shiver .. you write really well ..
A most interesting request. Gets the brain cells to moving.
OOOOO my word....In you are my fav poet...just so you know;)
deep sleep is so like peaceful death, closest thing maybe--that phrase got me thinking anyway, how we drift off .
sounds very romeo & juliet.
Thank you all again.
It is kind of you to read these things...and more so to let me know you've read them...
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