Time To Sleep
Time to sleep
not to teach
My tired eyes
long to close
and descend deep
into that dream filled abyss
Come, kiss me, night
and soothe my pupils
who fight dust and heat
Thoughts
We used to have dust from the Sahara, blowing in from the south. Now we have our own dust irritating our eyes and covering our cars. The fields are bare. The ground is dry. Come forth dear rain.
Radiohead in 2012 in Paris. Shot on my Potato X special by the look of it.
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