As the setting sun denies its light,
And the darkened sky cloaks the night,
As the full moon castes its gentle beams,
I'll be alone again, with my dreams,
And if my dreams shall come true,
I'll be alone again, holding you.
10-08-10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think no need to be alone to be alone, as poet you are in some way or other alone always/nice and concentrated