Sleep approaches like a cat,
ready to jump away.
Who will bell it, prey?
When you remain distant,
waves reach me from far,
wind is blunt, n window ajar,
for a dream.
I send you love,
sms, and I receive it, like facing a mirror, by Jove.
Alice had it better,
she could get inside the mirror.
That'd turn Left to Right,
sweet to bitter,
sugar to chocolait,
With a story in my head,
I wait instead,
tired, I swear,
as
young Sun-rays run across the bed.
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