In the quiet hours when the world’s asleep, I tread the thin line where shadows creep. The clock ticks softly, a mocking refrain, While thoughts …
Insomnia strikes
You’ll have to excuse my poor grammar, I’m writing on my iPad. I was reading poetry before bed and stumbled across this great poem. I really wanted to share it so here it is. The author did a great job.
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Very Nice!