Saturday, 22 November 2025

WÀKING


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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