August 3, 2015August 3, 2015 by siljebjoernaraa Rest Poetry, Self-written Leave a comment Sleepless nights keeps me tired in motionless endless thoughts. Imposing on sweet dreams, like a thief in the night who intrudes and then is gone. I rest upon quiet hours in the morning sun. Let me find rest, let me find rest. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleLike this:Like Loading...
