The night feels young
I need a breeze in my thoughts
This cupful will do me wonders
My sorrows for a while, it would kill
One extra breath i would have gained when sober comes
To face my struggles refreshed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As long as it's not one too many or one out of habit...…..hmm, I wonder.
With Limits of course. Thanks for taking time to read