I can live in a day without shadows,
a litlle breeze,
a hope of chance..
The night is when sorrow surprise me
always and every time.
The night is solitude,
fear,
maddeningly cold.
Start inside myself
and is slowly,
killing all the flowers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Impressive! A well penned and poignant write that clearly shows your potential in the Poetry World! 10+++ I wish you would post more works in English! Keep inspiring the World with more powerful writes! Love and Peace for always! Romeo from New York City!