i stood up my head complain
still need rest to ease the pain
i must have a short sleep; enough
i feel my throat dry; hasten cough
a glass of cool water; a stretch
i have to walk to wake and refresh
sleepy night light on the wall
barely shining scattered hall
tiptoe could be word i know
my senses tells me don't go
so i reach for a chair and sit
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like it captures many