Sleep comes like a tide.
Evenings at home, we drift off
heads back, mouths open.
On distant shores
Sleep comes like a tide.
Evenings at home, we drift off
heads back, mouths open.
a haiku a day
keeps obtuseness away
Sleep comes like a tide.
Evenings at home, we drift off
heads back, mouths open.
a haiku a day 
Wish I had the talent to write such posts.
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At night we slumber,
eyelids ponderous with thoughts
from the day elapsed.
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