Men who see the night sky away from the blinding light of the city agree that there are more stars than ever imagined; more reasons to leave everything behind
This thought is a poem but is not presented like one. Part of poetry is in the way it fits on the page. Try ending the first line with 'sky', the second line with 'city', the next line with 'imagined' and the remainder of the poem on one line. I would also leave out the word 'that.' You may like the way it looks. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Anthony, I dig it, and just sneaking it in between the deluge of Parekh makes it a 10!