It is so beautiful, nice and round
Like a balloon you blow
Spreading light across the night
With it’s warm and golden glow
White clouds cover its baldhead
As though to protect it from the eerie night
And when another cloud takes over
It says farewell and takes flight
Glowing brighter and brighter
As the night grows more and more dark
Lighting up the streets,
My terrace and the park
Rising fast above the horizon
As though in a haste
As though it had no time to lose
No time at all to waste
It yawned and said,
“Now nap time, let me go to the other side”
And before it went to sleep
It looked at our beautiful earth and sighed.
This is the first poem that I happened to read from you Risha! And you bowled me over! Gimme some time, I'll comment each one of your poems!
You have surpassed many adults with your skills. I am guessing that you are very proud of these Skills. Good WORK Risha. Val Brooklyn Rogers
You've surpassed many adults with your skill. I know that I've guessed correctly that you are very Proud of your skill. Good work.
Congratulations to you for writing poems in a tender age! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best beauty, you didn't use the word, the noun even in one place and that makes the poem even more great. Angel