Before I go to sleep
I meditate upon spent hours
Of the day- resplendent and dull
Events cut through the heart
Events cloyed with absolute peace
My weak soul takes them all
Under the eyelids dreams
Hidden are to be exposed as
The body falls sloth to the circadian
Grueling it went through the day
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Before you to sleep, you do assessment on the day spent. This is definitely very interesting. You do a nice job always. An amazing poem is shared.