Little one singing in the night,
words and lyrics flowing slowly out into the crowd.
Childish voice letting us know he can sing like a
young boy in a grown-ups world.
Giving of his little self in harmony, letting us all
be in his innocent atmosphere.
With his essence of rhythm and innate talent echoing
around our minds in beautiful sounding peacefulness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem