BEFORE YOU GO RELENTLESSLY TO SLEEP

Before you go relentlessly to sleep,
Bid goodbye to the songs of dusk,
The tangible lights of wisdom that made your day.
Feed your appetite with the the ambrosial food of understanding.
See,the galore of rivers stop for your gratitude,
While the pebbles inside conspire to resume the flow.
The cuckoo conducts a symphony with the autumn flowers,
setting the stage for your thanksgiving ceremony.
Let your heart sinks into the dawn of the day,
To mark the victories and failures of your day.
Humble your stature where arts bid farewell to philosophy,
where waters of humanity put out the selfish forest fires.
The prayers of farmers and the drowsiness of clerks,stretches their day and
When the Spirits of loneliness haunt them,
They seek for some Elysian fields from the days of yore.
And when the day is at its verge of death,
I go out to the fields to collect the berries,
To keep in the shrine of my heart of hearts.
Dancing with gratitude, i sing like a nightingale, and
There i go Where my blankets meet the darkness,
Inside of which two big tear drops fall down my cheeks,
Aiming the hamlet of heartaches.

A.C

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