Thursday, August 30, 2012

An Afternoon Nap Comments

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Summers sun dyes my skin,
Burning rust and warm hair
It lingers like a hot shadow
And refuses not to shine
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Raven Syke
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Michael Walker 23 February 2020

An easy poem to identify with, for me. Quite often I fall asleep in an armchair while reading in the afternoon. It refreshes me a lot. What is real? Dreaming or being awake?

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