Late Night Rhymes

In those rare nights,

When Sleep leaves me like an unfaithful lover-

When all my dreams

Appear like the dress I so want to buy;

I lay still on my bed.

My small room,the closed window,

Soothing light of the morning outside-

All my past births and present aches

Ring in a futile tune.

The pen,the diary ,the muse within

Tell stories of their own!Article

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