1 min read
Слушать(AI)Insomniac
There are some nights whensleep plays coy,aloof and disdainful.
And all the wilesthat I employ to winits service to my sideare useless as wounded pride,and much more painful.
Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou (April 4, 1928 – May 28, 2014) was an American poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist. She published seven autobiographies, thr
Comments
You need to be signed in to write comments
Other author posts
Old Folks Laugh
They have spent theircontent of simpering,holding their lips thisand that way, windingthe lines betweentheir brows Old folksallow their bellies to jiggle like slowtambourines The hollersrise up and spillover any way they want When o...
Weekend Glory
Some clichty folksdon't know the facts,posin' and preenin'and puttin' on acts,stretchin' their backs They move into condosup over the ranks,pawn their soulsto the local banks Buying big carsthey can't afford,ridin' around townactin' bore...
Caged Bird
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends
Touched By An Angel
We, unaccustomed to courageexiles from delightlive coiled in shells of lonelinessuntil love leaves its high holy templeand comes into our sightto liberate us into life Love arrivesand in its train come ecstasiesold memories of pleasureancient...