it was then I had a soul,
I never believe the day will
have an end,
there is love in peace making.
at night I found my asylum, those ones I do seek for at dawn,
now I can play a bet
just for a better night.
it look so drawn before dawn
my night is payment for my wickedness
I never had a strong attitude
that's when I'm dreaming.
I had a night before dawn
it look peace for my pecans
the light is what I do think
now my night as dawn in a wailing caverns.
Description of a special night... brilliantly expressed. Many congratulations! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When winter is here, can Spring be far behind?
No
spring can't be far behind