That's blue and red on wall
I see,
illuminated by a candle light
mere blazing wick in wax.
It's just a candlelight,
but my night is bright
and I write a poem
from a candlelight.
The great sun had sunk
and am saved off dark by a candlelight,
mere blazing wick in wax
just a candlelight.
A candlelight,
candlelight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the great significance of candlelight...a really good poem.....