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She sleeps in a small bed

In the corner of the room

One curtain is drawn and

The window faces north so

What passes over her form

Is soft and grey and is

Of an element with her.

Shadowplay marks the terrain

And the cool daylight is

Several in the green cover

And the cover ruckles

Like a half-broken cocoon

And terminates in a shock

Of red hair pushed into a

Flower form by sleep

And her restless motion and by

The light that tangles there.

Outside is white as milk.