Poems ✍️
  30.01.2025
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Author: Maya Angelou

Insomniac

There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.


  Insomniac

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