Weary eyes
desirous
of elusive
sleep;
Rogue heart
insists on
milking
the essence
of the night
wanting
the stars to
stay
& clouds to
pass
for the moon
to linger
until the first
dawn
turns nocturnal
milky glows
into pale
scarlet
for fleeting
solace
of innate
aches.
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