At a snail's pace but wordlessly puffs of air comes from miles
Spreads cologne of nectars to take away the entire days’ ails
From a distance the queen of night smiles…
Close your lids, in resting eyes, the sleep will sail.
The bride of siesta has a very very shy nature
She never become visible in sunlight hours
To Sounds, touches and disturbances she fears
Impede in attendance from where it hears
Turn off the lights; at an instant it would prevail
Close your lids, in resting eyes, the sleep will sail.
Resting out in an accepted wisdom of sleep
Forty winks never sail on those Ships
With a unwind frame of mind who go on sleep
The catnap hugs him in a single bleep
Keep your thoughts in rest for an instance and smile
Close your lids, in resting eyes, the sleep will sail.
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