Classic poem of the day
Sweet Baby sleep: what ailes my Dear?
What ailes my Darling thus to cry?
Be still, my Childe, and lend thine ear,
To heare me sing thy Lullaby.
My pretty Lambe forbear to weep:
Be still my Dear; sweet Babie sleep.
Thou blessed Soul, what canst thou fear?
What thing, to thee, can mischief do?
Thy GOD, is now thy Father dear;
His holy Spouse, thy Mother too.
Sweet Babie then, forbear to weep;
Be still my Babe; sweet Babie sle......
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Opening the latch, my mind flits out through sleep’s window, roams in the glimmer. As the elephants chase me, I dart like a Norway rat. My legs lose quick pace, when mind returns my body. Red tiled roof of my old school… a pair of eyelashes darkened with mascara…sidelong glance… All are broken. My dad hails, but his words scatter far away from my ears. He flies in the sky. Mind follows, but falls upon my body by dawn. The moonlet falls, its ste......
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