On a moonlit night,
by candlelight,
when the veil is its most thin,
My soul reaches out to those gone before,
and I smile as I am brought in.'
Great poem. I especially like the end rhyme of the first three lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Someone gave this a one. Probably the 'ones monster'. So I gave it a ten. Not to balance it out. But because it is a 10. GW62