Insomnia

quiet rhythms of jazz
flow in the pouring rain
we cuddle the pillow
my dog and I
lonely jazzmen
we fall
in the bliss
of freedom



Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2017-04-21 at 20:14

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It does sound like bliss to me.
"Lonely jazzmen
we fall
in the bliss
of freedom."
Wonderful line!
Ashe
2017-04-23