Crimson falls,
And the loved ones all bawl.
The silent Twilight's call.
The man upon the gray rock comes,
To wrap the world in dark.
The starry bog comes to clear the room,
Knowing a soul is doomed.
A lullaby by the cricket, he sings,
'Love, isn't always something that you must bring.
It shows in all of everything.
Love is from the heart,
As it always has been from the start.'
Dusk has gone,
What has come is dawn.
The world is filled with light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is really good I like it. I know that being young (I'm the same age as you) makes people not take you as seriously but that shouldn't stop you from writing :) feel free to read any of my poems.