As the night blankets the
world,
and stars sing a lullaby,
insomnia’s heaven rises
just right.
its silence- an elixir,
for the hungry spirits,
lost in the day - light.
a refuge,
for the countless thoughts,
scattered away like pearls,
night sews them into the
sky’s veil,
and lets them fly to
infinite heights,
where,
insomnia’s heaven rises
just right.
First published in Literary Yard.
https://literaryyard.com/2022/07/11/insomnias-heaven/?fbclid=IwAR3msaPirpcHAuLgvnkY5H2ELJTQ3AhePG26pgAWKC_ud1R1Kexn_zCHaWo
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