Put me to sleep,
numb all my senses.
The silence is aching,
and distance, I grieve.
Weave me a dream,
gift me your presence.
Whisper your secrets,
drown me in your bliss.
Wake me not from this stupor,
inflict upon the bareness.
The silence is aching,
and distance, I still grieve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem expressing common emotions. Couldn't have put it better myself! Well done, keep it up.10/10.