Awaiting sunshine

Long nights,
staring at stars,
the ancient dead,
lighting these hours;

Awaiting dawn,
an insomniac’s meth,
in winter winds,
with misty breaths;

Sleepless still,
in silence, dead;
These nights wither,
where I wait in the shed;

Long nights,
staring at stars,
the ancient dead,
lighting my hours.

Me,
awaiting sunshine.

By:Viraj Belgaonkar

Pen it... or aaa type it. u know what i mean.

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