Who will hold
the umbrella
over us, when
the moonless
nightfall
brings a shower
of febrile dreams
with it?
And who will
divide the night
Into Several dreams,
Between our minds
And of all other souls?
Who will guide us,
as we sail this
odyssey of
frenzied phantasies?
And who'll
wake us,
when we
drift ashore
the daybreak?
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Scribblings Of Sleepless Nights
RandomA collection of my reminiscences as when I find the right words to express them. Some parts are rhyming and some are not. Some are poetic and some are prose. Some are just few words and others are long sentences. Give a read to them and enjoy, even...
