The night is dark,
Clear is the sky.
But you are not here,
That's why I cry.
My cry can't be heard,
Tears can't be seen.
They are all inner feeling,
which I mean.
I like the nature,
I like the sky,
I like the trees blowed by the wind.
But a friend like you.
is not easy to find.
The year was lucky,
The air was pure,
When I met you,
just near my door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Ishita. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.