It’s well after nine ~
I settle into my bed
Hope for the morrow
runs through my head
For time that ticks on
Christmas Eve has now come
runs through my head
Christmas Eve has now come
Hope for a kind sleep
To soft night I succumb.
To soft night I succumb.
“Yea, all things live forever, though at times they sleep and are forgotten.”
~ H.Rider Haggard, She
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