it is indeed
becoming a different story
or outlook,
for we go to the sea
to sleep
on a hammock, and then
we go back home
in bed, after a talk,
we really want
to take a swim, in
our sleep,
it seems that sleep
and all within its hands,
is more
real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sleeping is necessary for taking rest after a tired day work. But sleeping still tells a different story. This poem is amazingly penned.