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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First published on 27/08/2008.
Republished on 24/05/2020
Remember silence is golden? Its something like that… stillness speaks a thousand words more than anything.
yep. very true. stillness def speaks more than a thousand words 🙂
So the judgment is out???? 🙂
not yet 🙂
awesome poem