Snatching me from the valley of luminescence,
Drowsiness is devouring my mind
Little by little.
But,
Before submitting myself in the chest of darkness,
The yearning for your tender touch
Is still keeping me awake…
With the melancholic long scream of night owl,
Hourglass is dropping sand grains
Little by little.
But,
Before surrendering myself in the arms of slumber,
The craving for your tight embrace
Is still keeping me awake…
Desires when rising are very difficult to extinguish without surrendering oneself to another's waiting arms! Lying there in the darkness, intensifies their appeal and we want to be sated by the one we love, when not being fulfilled just lying there awake into the night, alone. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn
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I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poetry. Reading again.