As we wrap ourselves in sleep each night.. wherever we may dwell
What happened that day, good or bad...is put to sleep as well.
But a metamorphosis takes place as in our bed we lie
For the next day we emerge anew...much like a butterfly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We rap ourselves each night at sleep. Metamorphosis takes place as in our bed we lie. While we wake up we see butterfly. Interesting and thoughtful poem this is...10