Hast lost the senses mine, and heavy thunder On mind, waves flail pinnacle touch were like Tis flock of thoughts, around were numbness sick And amble steps of life, in blackhole stuck'd Tis meander land disorders cactus like Blooming, hath lost the bed and sleep long ere Tis warbling mind wouldst not let sleep in bed cruel and cold merciless slay life of mine How couldst I freedom for fight by things of tis Oh Heaven father god, send season autumn bier Let sleep tis darkest disease body flesh For eternal sleep, endure I cannot more Nor I breath tis mortal diseased box any more Let me sleep for, whence ship of mine arrive fast To sail on peaceful ocean bliss No more endure tis dungeon mind Bonjour Stitchers 🙋🏻 Our Beautiful Fabric #QSstitchonpic1739 is out! Stitch your words on this beautiful bg. Mesmerize others with Quote Stitchers challenge.✨ #yqbaba #iambicpentameter #yqquotestitchers #collab #amnesia #midnightthoughts #poetry
