It is extremely quiet
A gentle snore, wafts its way,
around the almost still house.
A small cat twitches in her sleep,
as she dreams peacefully.
A cold wind blows on the house,
bringing with it hail.
But those asleep do not wake,
they are oblivious to everything.
The house creaks, as though,
it too cannot sleep.
A clock ticks, and tocks,
a continuous reminder of the time.
But upstairs in this house,
Sat in her bed,
a girl, flicks her long hair
out of her eyes,
and continues writing
wonderful poem... silent, gentle, and most importantly, effective. i loved it. keep writing my friend, you do it wonderfully. thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes I can’t sleep either. Good poem.