Night alone felt lonely.
It isn't as quiet as I thought.
Counting the stars one by one.
Knowing the night will be over soon.
Letting gentle wind bring away the loneliness.
Ascending slowly up the ancient tree.
Stars shine their own light, follow their own path and for that, I like the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well crafted for a first poem.