I met the dawn
I, once again, succeeded
The inner darkness has thereto grown
Her grains of anguish, deeply seeded
Am I awake?
My sheep have lost the drover
There is no fence for them to take
And the letdown has won over
I call the night
So clear, swift and streaming
To put the fatigue out of sight
And let my absence be redeeming.
Insomnia
© Copyright: Леонид Малахов, 2019
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