Desperate For Sleep Poem by Travis Ciempa

Desperate For Sleep



Slighty subtle whoosh of wind
Time goes by Tick, Tick, Tock
Small black chair slowly spinned
Watching them roam,
The sheep in their flock
Lights go down and sound is seized by the night
Sleepy, Sleepy, Sleepy Head resting with dreams of
Delight.

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