The silent lights
The silent night
The only time I get my peace
The only time I get release
Sadness envelopes
But so does tranquility
It is chaos
And also is harmony
My heart is in abyss
And my mind is in bliss
My being tortured
And my mentality is nurtured
This is what December nights do to me.
I am stuck but I am free
I hate it
But I love it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem