Azare

when you come to sleep

tomorrow
gone are all these
hate, pain and despair


tomorrow
gone are all these
paints, colours, rainbow


tomorrow
gone are all these
ice-creams, toys and scents


is it a repent
or a wish to sleep?



honey, cream and bread;
toil to toilet
honey to taste
cream to mind
and always bread
to win


that is the dream
booked for tomorrow
when you come to sleep.


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