Sleep
The mysterious pause of lethargy
That interrupts the song of life
Which moves along the corridors of time
With occasional ebbs and flows
It takes the soul away to the unknown
And rewards with peaceful death
Only to revive and rejuvenate
For greeting the new horizons
We die along with the death of the day
To be reborn in the morning
Exploring new pastures and avenues
And drinking life to the lees
Through these deaths and births
We are destined to pass
Before the embrace of eternal slumber
From which none can awaken us
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