Oh, and a silent moment of insomnia,
In which alone, again,
The rain runs down the window sill,
Like thunder, echoing beats in me.
It drops like a blade,
And weave knotweed
Dug and drunk, not sober,
That already hurts a tart soul.
To sleep I want to sleep
Like smoke, to dispel the fog,
Breath and chest to forget...
Or maybe it's all a hoax.
Insomnia night as dreams are deceitful,
All drink my blood.
Treat only a SIP of coffee
And remind us what love is.
