My palette is empty
after over-busy school
and tense homework.
By the time dark night
staggers onstage, sleep is my
longed-for, sexy muse.
I'm greedy for sweet,
numb sleep or perhaps to dream
love-flushed fantasies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When I used to be a student, I too used to long for going to bed as it beckoned at me. Loved your cute little poem.