SLEEPING

She sleeps long on the edge,
listening to the warm wind whisper her dreams.
All day the gentle sun soothes her,
and the sea brings her gifts.

Waves place the gifts on her body,
and trail marks on the sand.
Not once does she raise her head,
but  only listens to her dreams,
as they burst like rainbows ,
over her sleeping head.

She slept too long on the edge,
and warm winds, the gentle sun,
and the rich sea, covered her,
sleeping head forever.

Tushie   14/9/12.


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