Sleep Becomes Dreams

The arc of night
follows down the hill
where the sun weeps.

Branching trees carve
a path for light,
Falling from the slopes.

Leaves hide in the cracks,
Swallowed by darkness
as it sweeps.

Oy!

Sleep becomes dreams
for shapes beneath.

sleep

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