by Maya Angelou

There are some nights when
sleep plays coy,
aloof and disdainful.
And all the wiles
that I employ to win
its service to my side
are useless as wounded pride,
and much more painful.

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  1. I LOVE the light and colors of this pic. The poem makes me wonder, do jellyfish ever sleep?

  2. this is me, like every night. i become a phosphorescent jellyfish.

  3. maya angelou has the ability to capture any feelings, thoughts, desires, perfectly in words. i'll think of this poem tonight when i'm laying in bed wide awake. =)




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hi! i'm Lena, but you can call me Lulu. i love Frida Kahlo, feminism, art, reading, kitties, and drinking tea. i love the film Amelie and i think that the tiny traveling gnome has stolen my heart. i want to own a bookshop and live above it one day. i get quite passionate about things. i tend to think too much. i'm kind of a hermit.

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