as the gentle night breeze
sweep the land that is deep in sleep
i close my eyes and
try to sleep;

as the stars became brighter and brighter,
my eyes refused to close
sleep, just ran away
into the darkness of the land;

the twinkling of the stars,
the warmth of the air
disturbed only by the
muted sounds of the heart beat!

tried counting from one to hundred;
tried reading a book;
tried to count the number of times
the stars twinkled in the sky;

still, my eyes refused to close,
sleep would not engulf the senses;
when stillness speaks,
everything else just listens;

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