The sea is silent, on night watch,
The clouds, a quiet reflection;
The constant moon, a silver torch,
The stars, a celebration.
Then, at the stroke of midnight,
amidst the raucous sounds of revelry,
the skies burst into coloured light,
garish on the glistening sea.
Luminous crimson, golden greens,
And a shocking, brilliant blue;
Clashing with the tranquil scenes,
Another point of view.
Each night, if we would raise our eyes,
to see heavens stars blaze in the skies...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear poet this is a good poem about the beautiful nature at the New year thanks