Lights turn off, putting your head to the pillow never felt so good.
you close your eyes and take a long deep breathe.
You hear the noise from outside your window.
The wind blows around the trees.
You toss and turn.
Lights turn on, rising from the pillow could feel better.
You open your eyes and stretch your body.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem