Thursday, June 14, 2012

a small lyric poem to afternoon naps

Napping awakens the best and sweetest within us.
The hush-quiet contentment of a soul at peace
and crisp-cotton warmth of afternoon sun seeping,
To nap is to encounter the divine.

That is all the brain-power I have at the moment to compose with, there is a test to study for tomorrow morning and then it is the weekend. No Saturday classes!


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