Thursday, December 25, 2014

Insomnia


Insomnia


 

I miss my soft pillow

As my dreams billow


The night hastily swallow

And my yawn often follow


As the sky opens its eyes

My strength slowly dies


Like a flower under a snow

Buried and nowhere to go


Cold and alone under the moon

I wish sleep will come back soon



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