You've fetched a duvet and laid it
lightly over the shoulders
of someone beside you who's slipped
unwittingly into sleep.
And drifting off yourself
on a sofa somewhere you've sensed
the same weight settle and known
how the warmth around you will soon
deepen your sleep. And that's something,
whatever else you've done or not done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem is laced with lovely feelings that bind us with other souls. A true masterpiece. Thanks, Michael.