The child looks out through his widow pane...
into the stillness of the darkened night...
his wishful pleas are not in vain
he anxious waits with great anticipation
for that moment of adulation
this magical dust, an emblem from heav' above
chase the darkness away
as a whiteness drifted across the sky,
these mystical entities floating down
are an answer to his childish cries.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem