15/8/24 1 min read Poetry
A sleepless night
A troubled one
A fitful time
So anxious, soul anxious
Quiet down body, calm down mind
You are ruled by a wild imagination
Get up, write something
Your heart needs to still
Even as your mind wanders
Words can be cathartic
They roam the page instinctively
Finally they become weary
The mind calms down and the body relaxes
And sleep came
(author writes on medium.com)
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