Sweet precious sleep comes over
me while the music spins into the night.
I fight the urge to curl into a ball and say g-night.
I slide into the covers and try to block out all
other noises. Sleep sweet sleep coem to say
g-night and goodbye. No more greetings, no
more slautations. The lights go off and my head
hits the pillow and it's off to Slumberland
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem