When prospect sinks into night
When fell the all autumn leaves
and ice be thee warmth,
When wind whispers to none
When grief take thy final tear
and yon sight be not of stars nor moon,
For you I’ll whisper dusk and dawn.
When life is becoming of none;
Then all my dreams are stars and moon, for you to see,
for you to croon.
Wow I liked the way you wrote this... its different, nice angle to write from
A beautiful portrayal of a wisdomful friend who makes you feel the importance of friendship at every step you take......10
For you I’ll whisper dusk and dawn. When life is becoming of none; Then all my dreams are stars and moon, for you to see, for you to croon. Beautiful poem, Willoh. You are a real crooner. Please keep writing. Best Wishes Naseer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simple but thousands it means..grace