Shadows she does vary lengthen,
glimmers first this evenings burning star
weeping through the musky haze is night
Fireflies weave between the darkened
cracks of dawn, the sun creates a land of midnight dreams.
Filling up her soul and mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An enjoyable poem to read & quite lovely. Thanks for sharing. Spiritsong