Still is this dawn of a diverse view,
Pass it once your chores are done.
Forget my hymn of success as it is,
A thrown flower may remind you of me.
The sleep beforehand is western,
This time we hate the loving dream.
A bed fills me with joy and excitement,
A bedroom uplifts my being as a soul.
Around my heavenly mind revolves an event
That nights and hospitals hold for infinity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem