Sometimes you just can’t sleep, and tonight is one of those nights. Seems like a good time for writing some poetry. If I can empty some of the thoughts in my head then maybe I’ll get some rest…
A couple of Tankas, and Haikus
small quiet cafe
the smell of fresh brewed coffee
stimulates my thoughts
and awakes the world in me
trying to escape my mind
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sleepless night again
still haunted by the voices
disturbing my peace
echoing within my soul
I long for sleep’s sweet escape
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the night is quiet
something eerie is out there
hiding in the dark
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gently the moon sits
like a pearl in the night sky
soothing is its glow
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