Mika YeapFollowMar 17, 2022·1 min read·Member-onlyWhile You SleepGentle cornerson roads unwind.In the hillswe always find.Pale oak lipson your ear.Light the timberwith a tear.Yet sandy nightsin Georgiaand rolling sheets,drown me in the whispersof a hunter.The shadow is wearyof running with the feet.