Poetry
Monday, 7 January 2013
WHEN I WAKE FROM SLEEP
WHEN I WAKE FROM SLEEP
When I wake from sleep thanks I give
to tell the morning clouds that I live.
I sit up straight and ponder deep
the thought of me not awake from sleep,
the gloom it roams all round my head
but thanks I give that am not dead
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