It was one of those days
As so the bible says
Work, tiredness and then a rest
The day had flogged me with a cain
And the night slowly came.
I laid this body under a shade
Slowly my senses began to fade
From my head on a heaped of leaves
Piled underneath the big trees
That acted as a comfortable pillow aid.
My eyes inwardly rolled back,
White and then no more black
The windows gradually closed.
Then darkness played its part
Didn't know when
Light came through the other path.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was a beautiful read, there is a wonderful mystical element in this that seems ethereal and metaphysical, with rich textures. Thank you for sharing I really enjoyed reading this