Ode to Morpheus (sleepy)

I read his post from the powerman " Re: How to learn to get up on an alarm clock " So inspired by the atmosphere that I decided to publish here a poem of my brother, Alexander Musayev, from his collection "You who listen to me," published in 2004 ...

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Ode to Morpheus
(SLEEPING)
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Raindrops either faster or less often
Bute in the window sill of painted tin,
Gloomy morning swirls fog
Well, why wake up so early?
Let the window in this morning hmari
Life without me plays your games,
I do not want to fight the shadows,
If you want so much - well, God is with you,
You can fight, bite, fight,
If you do not have enough space under the sun,
But without me.
Get away, leave!
I do not know you.
Sorry. Farewell

I dissolve in a dream, I fly,
Here I love, I always win,
Well, you have to face a nightmare,
Should I side another turn,
And all troubles disappear, like in a fairy tale
Again I am swimming in bliss and affection
To good Goodwin, to the crystal city,
Or with Alice in the world of the mirror-view,
Or from a country where bald people
Straight to bed, on a silver platter
I bring a shish kebab with pineapple,
So after eating, I immediately and immediately
I again surrender under the auspices of Morpheus,
I am well able to sleep among sleep
And I will not, as you do not cry out,
Get up early…
Walk away
Leave me alone!

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By the way, his anthology of a fairy-tale anecdote can be found here: lukomorye.blogspot.com