Sleep

Sighing, tossing, turning,
Losing temper fast,
Eyes so tired they're burning...
Eventually (at last)
Prolific snores will blast!

sleepquintain (english)

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Christina Bowring

October 19, 2023 at 4:49 AM

A great Quintain Jack. Good choice of selected words. I can relate to this as so many can. The last line made me smile. Really enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing. :):)

Paul Callus

October 8, 2023 at 12:50 AM

That is exactly how it's been this summer here in Malta when temperatures were making both days and nights unbearable. Now the autumn weather is much better...still warm, but in a comfortable way :) Regards, my friend // paul