గ్రంథాలయం
ప్రొఫైల్
Night..
Night..
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The night doesn't let me sleep.
She wants me to love her like her counterpart,
the day.
Discerning my insomniac eyes,
she sits beside me,
lending her bosom to lean on,
telling her prattle
when all the world sleeps.
Failing to avoid her amicability,
I indite poems of love on her lips,
plucking enthusiasm
from her ravishing eyes.
As the dawn arrives,
she touches my eyelids
to send me to the land of nod.
