No, I can't sleep.
Not tonight.
Not when the sweet silence
Brushes against my ears
Like a soft breeze,
Not when my droopy eyes
Fill my lazy mind
With hazy waking dreams.
No, I can't sleep.
No, not tonight.
Not tonight.
Not when the sweet silence
Brushes against my ears
Like a soft breeze,
Not when my droopy eyes
Fill my lazy mind
With hazy waking dreams.
No, I can't sleep.
No, not tonight.
2 comments:
Truly beautiful.
Thanks. As you know, this is a lean period in terms of poetry :)
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