I remained silent, there was reason to speak
I wait in shadow of evening;
I wish I could!
May the box of voice open up?
But it will not - tonight
I can’t see my dot of green;
It’s dull and grey tonight
I prey to Morpheus;
Be kind to me tonight!
The nights are unkind and insane;
I wish tomorrow is a different day
And the night greyer than dark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes a tomorrow should always be a different day, more attractive. Love it.