The Sleepy Voice Poem by Sharron Stephenson
The Sleepy Voice
The tender soul of the sleepy,
Heart.
A tone of voice, the coldness of,
The wake.
The death of warmth, the shyness,
Of hope.
The dreams of sparkles and smiles,
Disappears through the tears of,
Smoke.
The pain of sorry again.
To peel away the past and flesh.
MY hand and steps will always,
Guide me to the door of love,
And peace.
A light of grace a chorus of,
Shining plays and fun.
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