Post No. 803
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Sleepy
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Head back, I dozed, eyes closed,
Sun and shade played
On translucent eyelids
Barely visible
Felt, rather than seen
Thru the screen of lashes
Resting on my cheek.
Dust motes dance
Up and down a shaft of light
Then, as it fades,
They too vanish from sight.
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©Denise G Allen, 20 May 2015 16:51
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20/05/2015 at 10:58 pm
Hey, you had me drifting off, there! 🙂
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21/05/2015 at 2:48 am
Love This! I can ‘see’ each line in my mind.
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