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A Sleepless Night
The soft moonshine falls from the tree as usual ,along with something confusing me a lot.
The rain cries heavily as if something worse is on the way.
The stars stand out brightly against the black sky.
Besides,the sob of the winds breaks into my room through the window.
I cannot sleep well with a heavy heart;
Outside,the sky is grey and the air cold.
Lost in deep thought,I attempt many times to cover my mixed feelings ,take a cup of tea from the kitchen and sit down to write something.
Then ,I choose to go outside regardless of the wind or rain.
Maybe,after these years ,I have learnt to stand the loneliness alone ,or rather ,I have learnt to enjoy the sleepless night in another way.
Wandering along the street aimlessly ,I feel at a loss that what I should do next.
In front of me stands a long journey ,full of the unpredicted.
Being extremely tired ,I find it hard to liberate myself from the frustration.
Nothing remains but the heart of me ,a memory that will not die until at last the sleepless night comes to an end.
One more sleepless night
The soft moonshine falls from the tree as usual ,along with something confusing me a lot.
The rain cries heavily as if something worse is on the way.
The stars stand out brightly against the black sky.
Besides,the sob of the winds breaks into my room through the window.
I cannot sleep well with a heavy heart;
Outside,the sky is grey and the air cold.
Lost in deep thought,I attempt many times to cover my mixed feelings ,take a cup of tea from the kitchen and sit down to write something.
Then ,I choose to go outside regardless of the wind or rain.
Maybe,after these years ,I have learnt to stand the loneliness alone ,or rather ,I have learnt to enjoy the sleepless night in another way.
Wandering along the street aimlessly ,I feel at a loss that what I should do next.
In front of me stands a long journey ,full of the unpredicted.
Being extremely tired ,I find it hard to liberate myself from the frustration.
Nothing remains but the heart of me ,a memory that will not die until at last the sleepless night comes to an end.
One more sleepless night
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Post comment Comment (3 replies)
- Reply umbrellazh
- It is more like a poem. It is for sure that something puzzling , which makes you sleepless, happened to you. Ignore it or find the solution.
- Reply Doc.Carl
- A poem?Yeah ,quite right~Maybe it also reflects the style of his writing.In my opinion,Writing is to a poem what life is a dream
