Not for long do garish street lights
block the shy stars of night
nor fire sirens shroud for long
the mornbird's chorus song
The eclipsed moon
glows
as the clouds pass on..
And the whispers
of God... roar through eternity.
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to DPB: the star, the birdsong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem