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Sleep, I bid you
by Leandra K BrossardRest my friend, rest
lay down your head to sleep,
Yours is a long and weighty toil,
too many tears to weep.
Too many times been broken,
that which beats within your breast,
Too many times unspoken,
what so greatly longed for breath.
But all of that is done now,
since you found your way to me,
Sleep, I bid you slumber,
no more harm shall come to thee. 03/22/2007 Posted on 03/22/2007
Copyright © 2024 Leandra K Brossard
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| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 03/22/07 at 04:34 PM Wow I really enjoyed this. The topic is a kind and gentle one and the words are new and refreshing. Really enjoyed the wording in: "Too many times been broken, that which beats within your breast,." I am a sucker for the "that which" combo. I enjoy the overall feel and control of it as well. ~JPP |
| Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 03/23/07 at 08:49 AM This is beautiful, Leandra! I love rhyme & you've handled the rhythm nicely. I can envision the scene of the speaker watching over the friend. The last 2 lines are perfect. :) |
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