Hung up on clouds,
A blanket of black,
Covered in pin-holes,
A torch at the back.
Darkness described in simple gloom but powerful enough to attract bypassers! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Almost a haiku here Kev. and in it's short, masterly play on words it paints us a picture we remember, and think of next time we see night. Well done, and best wishes from Fay.