Rift

This rift between the tired eyes and the mind

to read another page

is a losing battle you fight every night

before the silent crash…

sleep

poem and image copyright 2015 neha

 

 

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my pages with folded corners

My layovers,

in colourful worlds,

my transit airport,

to take a breather,

on my adventure,

are my pages with folded corners.