My name is dark. My name is night
My name is all things not seen in the light.
My name is a lonley word
My name is the voice that cant be heard
My name may be something you can not understand
But my name is not something you can hold in your hand
My name makes me strong. My name makes me weak
My name could be you but its not; because its me.
My name may be something strange but all is well
For here comes the rain
And I and my name shall be washed away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem