A beautiful soul

A beautiful soul short poem

Lying on bed,
waiting for sleep to take over,
and thoughts to shut away
with my mind boggling
and thoughts about day spent,
I introspect myself.
Only prominent thing I remember is her face,
rest all, like flashes of memories, seem vague,
shining bright with her memories
still afresh in my mind,
a smile fills my heart with delight,
just the thought of seeing her face again in daylight.
Wishing for sleep to take over,
the beautiful soul just rules my heart and mind
over and over.
With this thought I pour into the arms of sleep,
with her impact on my life so deep

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Joseph C Ogbonna
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This poem is deeply emotional.Thanks for sharing it.

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