My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
It seems that sleep is elusive,
a sometimes thing that fights my will.
It’s disruptive and effusive;
but wide awake, the room is still.
I listen to the lack of sound,
a gentle respite all around.
The silence of the night soothes deep,
I do not hear it when I sleep.
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My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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