Lost ItAmrita Skye BlaineApr 18, 2026611ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedLost It Slept through the night missed my window so I work now, when the world is revving At least it’s Sunday, a measure of quiet sleepyheads trudging toward church That favored hour gone, nothing to salvage If only I could call it backPreviousNext
and you gained an hour of much needed rest...