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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