WAKING
The day
Began
With a
Yawn.
Sleep sat
On the
Edge of
Eyelashes
Reluctant
To leave.
A dream
Was
Interrupted
Midway through
A great
One it
Was
It must be
Assumed.
The eyes
Closed for
A brief
Moment
Hoping
Sleep would
Stay.
The three
Had a
Deal
To, with
One another
Stay.
Alas! The voice
Of day
Made
The eyes
Open wide
And sleep
Flee.
It would
Return
Again
Only
When dark
Dawned
In the
Eve!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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