Vivid dreams, not knowing what they mean seem to wake me every half hour.
I watch the moon get pushed aside as the sun moves higher--
My mind grows tired.
YOU ARE READING
Why I can't sleep at night sometimes
Poetrya book of poetry for late night restless hearts
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Vivid dreams, not knowing what they mean seem to wake me every half hour.
I watch the moon get pushed aside as the sun moves higher--
My mind grows tired.
