</></>From the light of Earth,
The dark descends,
Should they return that all depends...
...when hands point up to moonlit skies,
on 10-31 the darkness dies.
A really great poem. Loved it, a great write. You may like my poem called, the living and the dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, exquisitly written.