When does an old day end
And a new begin?
Twelve o' clock holds the key,
But why is something so miraculous
Always so dark?
You find that most great things are almost always
Dark in one spectrum or another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Should that be begin in the 2nd line Jack? You are so right about those great things, and as to why 12.00 midnight! It is because it is the bewitching hour, dark magic that creates a new day imo. For a few short lines you delve deeply Jack, Nice work. I like the title too. Smiling at you, dark brown Tai