Tuesday, 8 October 2019

Insomnia.


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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