In the profundity of the night
When the earth lies silent from its labors
And those that dwell therein
Repose in the deathlike embrace of somnolence
The mind regenerates and
In the stillness of the moment
A spark ignites
And creativity impregnates consciousness
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Author:
Zizi (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 14th, 2017 06:44
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Very true, it is amazing how many sparks come to mind in the depths of sleep.
Thanks Goldfinch60 for your comments.
A well written truth, Zizi. Our creativity is indeed regenerated in sleep-state. I can appreciate this poem.
Thank you Louis for responding to my submission.
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