The Draft Of The Wandering One: Night's Grip

Monday, January 16, 2012

Night's Grip

The writing glows

Through the thick window

Thoughts fly

I rise my head to look at the sky

Pencil drops from my grip

And the moon silently moves

Sleep has greeted me

I hang my head.

2 comments:

Dina KharagJanuary 18, 2012 at 6:43 PM
Oh very interesting. I like it. Makes me want to sleep
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A. Jaecadin V.B.January 18, 2012 at 6:54 PM
Oh, the good old moon.
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