When from the west the wicked wind
Comes blowing making an eerie sound
The sun dips low like a fallen soldier and
Shadows fall long across the ground
When the stream stops singing songs
And stares at the Pole star feeling uneasy
It is time for the people to go indoor and
Ghosts to dance in the cemetery going crazy
Beautiful poem with superb imagery........10 + To my favourite
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful treat from the last year