Swirling, twirling Hurricane of thought Unsettling whirling Chaos of confusion Twisting, turning Sleep eluding Restless, dreamless Wakeful brooding Should I? Could I? What if? Or… not? Sun dispelling deepest night, Dawn-exploding, shimmering light. Return my peace, Serenity of soul. © Barbara Donaldson, 2017
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