Awoken by the sound of an eyelash shed from its safe home;
Floating to the pillow that which is loaded with secret dreams and memories
A puff of sleepy breath prolongs its descend into oblivion,
Hiding it from the world; making it disappear – as if it didn’t mean anything at all.
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I saw that this one had a view today and wanted to share it again as I quite like the imagery
reflections of an unquiet mind 