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.

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by Emily O'Brien

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