How pleasant is this moonlit night,
For here I sit,
I'm feeling blue,
The sky is clear,
The stars shine bright,
The past is here,
I think of you.
And in my mind,
Your face appears,
I plainly see your pleasant smile,
If I could fly up through the stars,
We'd walk through heaven for a while.
A shooting star falls through the air,
I think of you,
Your pleasant smile,
And for a moment sense you're there,
Within that star,
From heaven high.
Jayne Louise Davies
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Beautiful. I may not be here with you people but please keep writing till the end
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem, Jayne. It has made my heart fill with hope