The night is falling
And the lights of the city,
the silence is broken
by the songs of the birds.
As the sun is rising on the horizon...
The dark sky,
now is turning blue.
And the little voices everywhere
The day is coming soon.
As the sun is rising on the horizon...
My love sleeps
In a quiet dream,
I kiss your lips
She seems to smile for me.
As the sun is rising on the horizon...
Beautiful, I intend to read every one of your poems. I always love them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You got soft, pretty stuff to read