It's nearly 4am, i'm alone and in peace, it's a time where this short space known as the living room turns into a space only for myself, but weirdly i can't write anything, i can't think at all. I'm exhausted and at the same time i can't close my eyes and sleep.
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A FLOCK of sheep that leisurely pass by
One after one; the sound of rain, and bees
Murmuring; the fall of rivers, winds and seas,
Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky—
I've thought of all by turns, and still I lie
Sleepless; and soon the small birds' melodies
Must hear, first utter'd from my orchard trees,
And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry.
Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay,
And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth:
So do not let me wear to-night away.
Without thee what is all the morning's wealth?
Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
Wm. Wordsworth, To Sleep
That's nice, Seraphine:-p
It's amazing how well your blog has progressed from your first posting. You have a great following. :)
Thanks, Seraphine! I had no clue on what to post in the very beggining..:-)
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