I like to talk to the night skies,
because they listen to me.
They read my emotions
as I pour out my heart,
and respond accordingly.
When I smile the stars twinkle,
and as I laugh the clouds spin around the earth.
And on those nights when I can't help but cry
the skies fill me with mirth.
So gentle and comforting
night skies have always been.
Every evening they await me
as would a loyal friend.
Gentle and easy; this poem provokes thought. I like it. Good job.: D
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Happy story of the sky above yes i think we all have a word with the wonder above and that twinkle little star...regards