before the dawn
a moonless night
there is no star in sight
in darkest woods
in fog and mist
no hope can long exist
and yet I know
before the word
a distant fire was stirred
and so I seek
as growing light
retires the bitter night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So lovely. A progression from darkness to light. A beautiful piece of writing. A10
Thanks as always Nosheen.