Sleep
No one knows how and where
sleep comes from,
we only know it comes
to our village full of dreams
and leaves them
at the doors of our houses
in his way.
My grandma told me
it is from a magic land
that it comes,
from a forest with fairies,
sending the elves
on our eyelashes
to charm us with their dreams.
Grandma said
that there is a fairy house
near a star,
with a flowery porch
and here is where sleep comes from.
You could see, in a glimpse,
how a fairy waters the flowers
in the vase
for the dreams to grow beautiful,
how she opens the windows
so sleep wouldn't come
without dreams.
Marinescu Georgiana, clasa a VII-a
