Night falls upon a gray morning, leaving it's imprint in
blackened and gray clouds, darkening the sky as if it's
nighttime.
Filling heaven with the beauty of night, where we can see
it in the dim light provided to us in this daytime hour.
A beautiful change, letting me write about it here in this
little poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem