I am happy to see the light
piercing trough
my flower patterned curtains
watch the rays
spray mysteriously
on my skin
my books my
furniture
I woke up
surprisingly
by a magic beam
peeping through
my window pain
intrinsically
a dream of my death
a narrowing alley
did I beat a bad dream
out of my bed
awake to rise
again and again
repeatedly
repeating me
“Ah”, “life”.
Madrason 12 06 2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem