Floating in the shrouded sky,
Emitting an aura, while it flies.
Obscured behind thick, dark clouds,
'A beacon of Hope' I think aloud.
As I stare up silently,
The crescent rock stares down at me.
Sitting upon wide grassy hills,
I lie down while peacefulness fills.
The black darkness envelops the air,
Falling asleep I continue to stare.
wow...its a little awkward alan =) but great job. deep as well =) see you at school.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Alan I enjoyed reading yo poem, keep writing