the night is dark
there is no moon
there are no stars
and so we listen
to the song of the night wind
coming from both sides
the mountains and the seas
we light a single candle
we turn off electricity
all lamps dead, and then we
hear what secrets
the woods, the trees, the air
are keeping
their names we keep secret too
we feel, we just feel, and nothing more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem