Poetry

Sleep

Sleep
Iris Chalfen

The calm, warm light filled the room,
Our voices, whispers.
Laughter untangling into a soundless sleep.
We threw ourselves into a lingering feeling.
I held that feeling for a moment,
Then hid it,
Hid it so it could be safe,
Hid it so I could carry on, on,
In my deep, deep sleep.

Iris Chalfen
Iris Chalfen, 8
Cambridge, United Kingdom

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