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She is resting asleep with an aura of some solace
Like an open book can see what's written on her face
It seems that sleepless words holding her tight even in her dreams.

When the time she wakes up from her deep slumber
Welcoming a fresh breath of words at dawn break greeting her
Grasping every word before they disappear with the wind

Like effulgent rays of sun showering upon her face
Unfolding beautiful muses full with a warm embrace of words
Inspiring her to create a wonderful poem or story to tell

Every time her golden quill writes, she'll listen to her heart and soul's whispers
Throughout the day till another somnolent night appears
Yet, true words imbued deep within her, never sleep.

© R. B. Pastrana

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