Such weakness of body pulled her down throughout the day; she tried to read to no avail; writing a line or two would have been a paramount success but with feeble mind the words were lost in a fog; she completely lost track of time.
cruising in sleep
around the clock and then some,
sailing through time
(c) Tournesol ’15
Daily Moments – December 30 2015
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
Sometimes we need to sleep and let time bide. Great poem capturing that!
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Thanks, Melinda:)
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Gene is dozing in his recliner right now….
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🙂
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