Poetry

Slumber (based on the painting Takipsilim)

All around were envious stares
Questions of how and why,
with the darkness that spreads,
can they sleep?

With the darkness that spreads,
do they dream?
I would prefer a dreamless sleep,
he said.

Unbeknownst to the others
they sleep, for the tree
sang them a lullaby even
with the darkness that spreads

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