Poetry

knocking at the gates of dawn

knocking at the gates of dawn
The night pushing at my back
the stars are the witnesses
Of an unfolded distant dream

Searching for lost sleep
in the garden of wakefulness
vain attempt at slumber
heavy lidded eyes scanning

yet sleep evades the soul
imagination runs amok
filling the feverish brain
inspiration has taken hold

knocking at the gates of dawn
knocking at the gates of dawn
knocking at the gates of dawn


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