Have you ever woke up
In the middle of the night
And finding there’s still time left to sleep
It's a wonderful feeling. Am i right?
I hear the voice of the night
So much that I can write a long list
All around it was dark
Nightingale singing merrier a trick
The wind blowing shaking every tree
Each leaf racing each other who'll fall down
And gracefully touching the ground
Making to forget every ire
Interesting as always
I tuck in my bed, alas!
I’m too sleepy
To stay awake and enjoy the rest.
Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 12:16 AM UTC
Have you ever woke up
In the middle of the night
And finding there’s still time left to sleep
It's a wonderful feeling. Am i right?
I hear the voice of the night
So much that I can write a long list
All around it was dark
Nightingale singing merrier a trick
The wind blowing shaking every tree
Each leaf racing each other who'll fall down
And gracefully touching the ground
Making to forget every ire
Interesting as always
I tuck in my bed, alas!
I’m too sleepy
To stay awake and enjoy the rest.
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