Wednesday, June 6, 2012

My Poem: Sleepless With Epiphany

Sleep are getting shorter as I get older. There are nights I have sound sleep but there are nights when I turned into a night owl. Tossing and turning, my mind will be abuzz with ideas and inspirations, The excitement makes sleep a total impossibility while I look forward to a new day with renewed hope.




Copyright © Wenny Yap 2012 All Rights Reserved. This poem may be reproduced with my written consent and the due credit provided.

0 Bubbles: