Sleepless Sounds
Sleepless Sounds
The sweet song of crickets rung in my room like church bells ringing in an isolated town,
The sound of the spinning fan blowing gentle kisses on my isolated body once the glowing sun went down,
Mixed memories caress my body limb by limb, piece by piece, like a longing lover,
The trance eludes as the mind becomes a helpless wanderer
The moons rays peek through the flowing curtain, inviting silhouettes to dance across the plain wall,
Each flicker a different existence, each shape a distant call,
Whispers of lost memories intertwine with longing dreams like a couple scared to let go, scared to unfold
In this quiet sanctuary you can hear the soft whispers of tales being told
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