I looked out of the window
I couldn't sleep this night
The clouds scudded overhead
The wind blowing them quietly
Moon chose to not look down on me
I looked at alarm clock
Too early to get up
Frustrated, I stretched myself
The ceiling fan hummed overhead
I heard the sea far away
I hat breaking my sleep
Preferring break of dawn
When the welcome bright gleam greets me
Sun rising over the treetops
A blackbird flew over the common
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Sleepless nights: I know them well. What to do about them? Well, as your poem suggests, we can listen to the hum of the fan and pretend it's the sound of the sea. Sometimes that does the trick, and puts us right back to sleep.
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