He sleeps soundly, he sleeps like a baby. All he doesat the momentis sleep & sleep and sleep, Apparently oblivious to the invisible dreamsthat capture the watching thoughts.Watching overthe thought crosses what is it inbetween ? invisible yet compelling. Is it just me or does it really feels so in the other head too? And still he sleep loking ever so vulnerable and pristine, docile and fragile.
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