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SLUMBERLAND

by  roovacrag

Posted: Tuesday, January 13, 2004
Word Count: 98




I closed my eyes
as i climbed the steeple,
looking around
saw the people.

Hurricane blows
head in a spin.
why am i troubled
here within.

Reached the belfry
bells are ringing,
deafening sound
choirs still singing.

What am i doing
where do i go.
Feel myself falling
to the ground below.

I am not hurt
just floating around.
All has gone quiet
not even a sound.

My eyes are open
looking about.
The sun is shining
not even a cloud.

The world looks brighter,
on such a great day.
Wiping the sleep
from my face right away.