Insomnia.

Insomnia© The sun has bowed out and the moon is poised, In the dead of night, there is scarcely any noise; Dark and misty, the clouds just an outline, Vague twinkling points in the hazy moonshine. A few eager bright stars show their position, Or else they'll be lost in the dusty cosmos.   Sleep... Continue Reading →

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