Tired, time to sleep
Eye lids grow heavy and weak
Lay my head, count sheep
After a day weary
I lay by riversides, dream
Stars enjoy the stream
This reminds me of an episode from Mr.Bean in which unable to sleep he counts sheep in a picture to make himself....hahaha... good work.
Nice short one. Good images expressed. You may consider giving this a title.
Good dreams and good poem. the title is good and attractive. well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it. Very soft