The deep inner workings of a beggar's mind


Eyes closed, light grows,

Sunrise, burns the skies,

Fireflies, run, run and hide,

Night fades to the day.

Sleeping hive, now comes alive,

People run, and work is done.

Eagles glide on wings of pride,

And sail the day away.

Crickets sing, and silence rings,

Bats emerge to resume their search,

Sleep does call out to us all,

As night once more is king.

2 responses

  1. Kenneth


    December 25, 2009 at 15:45

  2. Mandy


    March 2, 2010 at 14:04

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