Insomnia

Insomnia

A Poem by Anna Banasiak

quiet rhythms of jazz
flow in the pouring rain
we cuddle the pillow
my dog and I
lonely jazzmen
we fall
in the bliss
of freedom

© 2022 Anna Banasiak


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Insomnia, stinks so bad, i get it a lot. enjoyed your write

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Added on July 23, 2022
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