"To sleep, perchance to dream…ah, sweet sleep, that knits up the raveled sleeve of care."

Morning brings
Promise of rain
Sleep has erased
Fretful thoughts.

A walk-about
Reveals fresh green
And a wealth
Of April flowers.

Nothing good
Comes of decisions
Made is sorrow
Made in the night

Which can best
Be defined
As the last hours
Before sweet sleep’s
Delight.

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  • ken bultman on Apr 18, 2010

    You sound both rested and refreshed. It’s pouring down rain now in the Sunshine State. I think I’ll take a nap.

  • Christine Ramsay on Apr 18, 2010

    That’s lovely, Daisy. You got over your insomnia then. Well done.

    Christine

  • PR Mace on Apr 18, 2010

    Lovely verses,sounds like you finally got that nap.

  • giftarist on Apr 18, 2010

    You’re refreshed. Lovely piece!

  • S A JOHNSON on Apr 18, 2010

    Lovely

  • VTech on Apr 18, 2010

    Really nice

  • Atanacio on Apr 19, 2010

    Loved it!

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