Daylight peeks into my room, timidly, shyly, wanting
me to wake up and enjoy the day it has prepared for
me to greet.
Shining brightly, winking as I slowly turn over and
get up out of bed, not particularly wanting to see
the light of day.
Eager to start writing, mood of negligent reluctance
taking over, one that I must push aside so I may do
what it is that I love the most - writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem