Baby Bird's Poetry
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Sleepless
Sea breathes quietly across the land,
The wind whispers and I cannot sleep,
In the heat of the night
I hear you calling
Which plunges my soul into chaos deep.
Clock strikes slowly in dead of the night,
As my mind surrenders to unspoken touch,
In the darkness
I hear the fumbling
Of a broken text my only crutch.
A tiny flame ignites the night,
Lighting up the darkest hours,
As willingly I surrender
To your seductive powers.
Yet tonight the wind howls fiercely,
And to sleep would be devine,
As miles away
I hear you breathing;-
If only you were mine.
by Emily O'Brien
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