The splintered day ends
now the night will come
dressed in shreds
tugging its blanket of stars
and on its frayed ends
a pale and lonely moon
will appear on the sky
the calm night will pass
in the eyes with the ice.
With the end of the day night begins to come. Moon appears and sprinkles the calm fragrance. A great imagery is beautifully drawn in this poem...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No less than 10. A gem of a poem.