Monday, 22 November 2010

Drowsy

The need to sleep early on this night
Overwhelming miraculously transcending
Even if the lights are on I muster
How does one snore like thunder in snow
Urges futile resting eagerly
Tomorrow the barren will pave the way
What lies in store for us this week
Answer lies beneath the stars speaking
Let it be for, let it be me

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