The flocks are calm
So is the sky
As the sun calls it a day over the horizon
While here I am, a soul on Earth
Wondering how peace feels after a torturous plunder
A flame flickers on a little mahogany table
A pot of hot soup on its side
The aura is luscious and so is the aroma of entrée & cakes
While here I am, with growling intestines
Wondering what a piece of bread tastes after years of hunger
A pink polka-dotted sheet awaits on my bed
With a feather-soft pillow on that cozy nook
Ah! The warmth is an enchantment and solace seductive
While here I am, out in the wild night
Wondering how rest feels after a long day of labor
O, my midnight companions!
Amongst you, it’s just the morning star who is insomniac
But probably it too gets to enjoy the siesta
While here I am, in all my wakefulness
Wondering how a new dawn feels after a good slumber
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