24 November 2010


A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one; the sound of rain drops, and the silence of the night
Murmuring; the soften of pillows, dolls and blanket,
surrounds me, white sheets of water, and pure sky -
I've thought of all this by turns, and still I lie

I put a book under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I read in the dim light 

written by Aliyah

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