'Sleep', a word it associates,
When it is full of darkness.
Sorrows in mind it alleviates
Though dark, it too has a brightness.
For some, it is easy to gain
For others, gaining it is pain.
After struggling to get it,
Work and stress we quit.
Rest is like a dress,
That we wear during sleep.
Though easy or though tough
Everyone are pleased to have it to keep!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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