Tea Kawana

Rookie - 143 Points (10th February / Zambia)

Sunday Afternoon - Poem by Tea Kawana

As I watch my sisters’ sleep,
I look at them closely
They sleep carefree.
Being a hot Sunday,
they’ve taken a nap
with the windows wide open
to welcome the breeze.
They’ve closed their eyes willingly
And they’re lost in dreams.
They turn slowly as they
change positions to make themselves
comfortable.
In whichever position, they are
comfortable.
I fancy them.


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  • (1/4/2012 3:47:00 AM)


    Good relaxing sleep. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 5, 2009



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