Dreaming of being one with the vastness of the sky,
The stars are calling out my name to kiss me good-bye.
A familiar pink hue peeks through the east.
Give me some more time at the very least.
It still comes forth despite what i asked.
Eventually, the night will be masked.
I'll be poignantly sad for all the sweet scars.
But I'll smile, remembering that evening under the stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good introspection and expressed well poetically. Keep up the good job.