By Persis Lok
To toss and turn and possibly tear in uhtceare for those unaware, redemption for the despaired
Is your rightful love affair
To linger between the slumber and soundness of a dormiveglia for one—all the space is yours
To stretch and sheets to sink in, you settle
To join gökotta’s birdsong with breakfast in bed, you open your window wide to let in day’s
first light
