Window's open,breeze blowing in,coolness of night
chilling my skin. Whispers in
the air,shadows riding low. A
little light is shining from the
the moons glow.
Stand still my mind, please
don't drift,for the day has been
been too long.
Spare my heart sad memories,
from a life too far gone.
Dreamless sleep, come comfort me,
give me rest, just one night please.
If I do not wake to the morning light,
at last my spirit will be at ease.
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Reviews of "Long Day's Life ,, By George A. Wilson"
A very peaceful write, and so sentimental. The enjoyment this brought me is too great to tell. I loved this write, and it gave me some peace. Thanks**********l
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