While I am busy reading a book,
the world does fade away
not in the context of the words
but sleep does take me away
to another place
where there is silence and rest,
I am jerked awake
when the book falls to the ground,
do notice how the light
like a sun
does burn at the reading lamp
while tiredness is taking its toll.
© Gert Strydom
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