Give Me Rest Poem by cold september
Give Me Rest
No name has come upon my mind
To bring me morning sorrow
Though tired I can not set myself to rest
I’m waiting for tomorrow
My hope is you inside my head
And smile upon my face
I know this time the night will come
This hope is just a waste
So I praise the night
To give me rest
To lay my head in softly pillow
To chase bad dreams nightmares away
And just cradle me into the sleep
This, again, is something I thought contained something to understand. But the closer I read these words the more confused and and wasteful were my endeavors. I could give it little merit. GW62
i like this...in my unprofessional opinion it deep and well written
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 6:09:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A poem with diverse thoughts, nice.