What’s a lie without a truth imbedded within?
Sleep being the cousin of death meaning
Each morning light is the rise of a new life
Without the silence of breath
Employment- wise, sleep
Is a part time position in death
A blessing maybe, in most, one’s dream emulates
One getting ready for the awaiting journey
once we have the sleep, we get energized to do the work fast and better..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if we think this way then every day is a new beginning.no matter what were we like or how we treated yesterday, what is important is that we can be different by new starting day. fabulous Kelvin 10+++++ ~nb