Morning hours drenched in nighttime's sleep,
trying to awaken, open mind and eyelids to
greet the new day.
Being a night owl, it's much too hard to
restart my engine, I don't want to begin.
Later, when I've begun to think and create
new ideas, will be soon enough to greet
the noontime sun.
Until then, I wish to be alone with my
sleeping senses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem