Swing my day
The swing me from the dawn
The break me big
They break me small
‘tll I think I can’t go on
At that event
They do relent
“Till they drop me into sleep
And then what dreams
What restless screams
From which I wake and weep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the picture of mood captured in fine imagery!