As moonlight reaches its peak, twilight reaches out of the shadows of night, to meet the sunrise. As it brings a new day with an new blank in the book of life, read to be written of its story. The story has begun as morning comes about, and ends with shadows of night disappearing into the sun rising into the east with a new story unfolding its page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem