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ILA Magazine
Where Culture Meets Creativity
IN MY SLUMBER
My Master had long been
Sewing a blanket for me
It's been darned with words
And sentences, and chapters
Every stitch He made,
Had a heartbeat's length
For truly it is a labor of love
And the pulchritude of wisdom
As the night grew deeper,
I yearned to be covered
By the warmth of knowledge
That only your pages could accord
As these are my company
In a cold and profound slumber
I needn't be hasty
Since learning isn't instantaneous It has to be welcomed
By a receptive mind
Who takes pride in open pages
While stunned by challenges
© Sugar Zedna
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