Små ord
Iman slips
Slowly
While you sleep.
Heedlessness
Settles
like snowfall in the night.
When at last you wake,
Your whole world has changed,
Nothing looks the same
And your fingers are numb
With frost.
Slowly
While you sleep.
Heedlessness
Settles
like snowfall in the night.
When at last you wake,
Your whole world has changed,
Nothing looks the same
And your fingers are numb
With frost.
Naima B. Roberts