Insomnia’s Heaven
As the night blankets the world,
and stars sing a lullaby,
insomnia’s heaven rises just right.
The world is quiet,
its silence- an elixir,
for the hungry spirits,
lost in the day light.
Night’s stillness,
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.
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