Until The Morning Dew
You are like a mist of fog
in the morning dew
so sweet and fresh like always new
While you sleep you are like crickets
Peeping over in our soft and cottony pillow
And I can’t help myself but to whack you like a mosquito
So that I can sleep like a child until the morning dew
By. D.C.D. dated 02.01.2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem