She is resting asleep with an aura of some solace Like an open book can see what's written on her face It seems that sleepless words holding her tight even in her dreams. When the time she wakes up from her deep slumber Welcoming a fresh breath of words at dawn break greeting her Grasping every word before they disappear with the wind Like effulgent rays of sun showering upon her face Unfolding beautiful muses full with a warm embrace of words Inspiring her to create a wonderful poem or story to tell Every time her golden quill writes, she'll listen to her heart and soul's whispers Throughout the day till another somnolent night appears Yet, true words imbued deep within her, never sleep. © R. B. Pastrana
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