Life On The Open Street. Poem by spiritual seeker

Life On The Open Street.



Sleep, sleep is my closest friend,
That takes away my pangs of hunger,
And be able to dream on my empty stomach,
That continuously rumbles in the cold silent night.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,friend,sleep
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