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Midnight memories
#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
Being silent and resting,
In the sense of healing
The time of the unconcious sleep,
with the stories that brain keep.
Having normal breaths and heartbeats,
and dogs barking in the streets.
Waiting for an idea to come,
and discuss it being dumb.
The night whispers which exites and the cold temperature delights.
When the sun will rise ?
Still in closed eyes......
© Vedant dave
© VSD
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
Being silent and resting,
In the sense of healing
The time of the unconcious sleep,
with the stories that brain keep.
Having normal breaths and heartbeats,
and dogs barking in the streets.
Waiting for an idea to come,
and discuss it being dumb.
The night whispers which exites and the cold temperature delights.
When the sun will rise ?
Still in closed eyes......
© Vedant dave
© VSD
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