Tonight the sky is yours.
I dedicate it to you in all its awe.
It’s so colourful, a promise
of things to come perhaps,
or the glory of our brief past.
Summer has flapped her merry
wings towards this August sky
and I remember how we stood
hand in hand under a sky so
similar of orange and violet and
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem