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Tuesday, 9 September 2014


Down with fever,

As I simmer,

Lying alone,

In my room,

Listen to whispering fan,

Soothing my soul,

In silence,

Talking to my ownself,

Floating in dreams,

Flying with wings of thoughts,

Feverishly touching untouched,

In that moment of ecstasy,

I was lost,

To be,

In the realm of sleep.

            Sleep is always intoxicating and often rejuvenate.