All the world rests their heads.
Lying down in their known beds.
Every soul yawns a yawn,
To last until the breaking dawn.
Every eye is shutting tight,
Speaking to the moon goodnight.
All the troubles of their day,
Are floating off,
Are miles away.
Tonight, thoughts are replaced with dreams,
Where happiness passionately beams.
K. Aldaya, 7/20/04
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