Saturday, June 29, 2013

Insomnia


Some colors passing by,
Some dewdrops in my eyes,
Some planets overhead,
It’s time to go to bed.

A wrinkled sheet unfurled,
A topsy-turvy world,
A match lit in the dark,
A fire from a spark.

This world keeps spinning ‘round;
The stars don’t make a sound.
These endless nights wear on
Until we meet at dawn.

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