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Eyes wide open, hours late Tick tock - steadly moving An in-between state Of racing thoughts and empty mind Tossing and turning, cannot find The thing desperately seeking Just out of reach Blessed oblivion; beautiful thing Not quite sure if dreams are real Silently begging, pleading, feel The time passing, interminably Every fiber screams for mercy. Exhausted, brain-numb, desperation Sets in: the night is slowly fading Realization dawns with the new day Another precious night frittered away And as the suns first rays stroke the horizon Eyelids flutter closed and Finally Miraculously Sleep comes By the acclaimed literary wonder Miriam Koval
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 10:50:51 +0000

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