Slumber catching on my mind, putting me into a dream-like stance, adding many answers to the questions puzzling me during the day when wide awake.
Only capturing thoughts, creating imaginative beauty in beads of a rosary held tightly while saying nightly prayers on bended knee.
Curling up with faith and being held so closely by a Father who will never give up on me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem