i'll not disturb the sleep
soft cotton, watch it creep
unfolds,
a day to meet...
i'll not awake the light
frail dreams, in ribbons, tight
what intricate
invite...
i'll not invade the slumber
in quiet, fallen under
forecasted comes
the thunder
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I would like to translate this poem
Your lines are as comfortable as warm covers in a soft bed...A lovely moments read...