A book that lies near my bed.
A pen, to note essential words:
The world, in shadows sublime
Reading those poems by candlelight.
Life's matter in those lines:
Life matters in these lines.
The rustling of pages eases the pain.
Candlelight, silence, the rain.
Years back it wasn't the same. It seemed
Life fitted in the palm of my hand.
Years back living life to one's guise;
But learning came with every sunrise.
Pages rustle. Words take on significance.
Emotions, in shadows cannot hide.
Reading those poems by candlelight
Emotion, silence, the night.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
emotion, silence, the night, good write.