Edging away from the darkness, sitting under lights that circle
and twitter on the dance floor, making Wagon Yard look like a
fantasyland.
One where bands continually play music to incite dancing and
singing throughout the night, jagged paths crowding around as
music clears them away so couples can waltz to the dance floor.
Making memories in everyone's minds and intellects of joy and
happiness in order to store them away for future poems to be
written on long dark nights in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem storing memories.