Troubles steadily rise
and pains start throbbing
in the morn at dawn.
Drudgery and toil
travails and sweat
pervade throughout the day.
Soothing touch
of the angel night
relaxes the exertion
and we wake up
a giant refreshed.
I could say what a good night sleep will do...but like so many around the world the unseen and and the unheard is just that...but that soothing touch you speak of...Is...it is everywhere...there would be no us without it...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We poets think alike. We all need a good nights rest before going into the new day.