Like a sweet lullaby
waves of memories lapping against
the shore of consciousness
gently hold my hand
and take me to another land
but sometimes, suddenly
as if a storm from the belly of the sea arises
exploding violently
ferocious waves twist and turn me
in an agony
only the pillow can tell
of my drowning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem