The night passes through the dark tunnel,
and the wishes were flying across,
like the fireflies waiting for the night to end.
The moon uncovers from the thick clouds
and flashes on the silent water of the pond.
The wind is blowing thin night-suit,
making the silver beams to pierce through.
Before the constellation of stars portrays,
the night passed through the tunnel,
Wednesday, May 5, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: night,nightfall