When at night I am asleep
it's as if God stands at His working bench
when dreams about the things of life
do constantly go through my mind
and when the morning does come
I am astonished about how beautiful
the new day does look
and sometimes some old events
do come back,
drawing my life into balance.
© Gert Strydom
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I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Gert. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.