Sleep

To wait for a sleep,
As your heart blooms since midnight,
Whom would you listen to now?
The weather or the restless mind

She left me no option,
But just a trace of her voice,
I can travel on the course of it,
to discover how nights are disturbed

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Writings to Heaven