the night is warm and hollow like the soul the deamon has swallowed i sit alone and laugh, i sit alone and cry
in my dream, i dreamed i could fly..
hours passed away..the sun bearly shinning
i slip into the white light that shows over the clouds.
i sit alone in my room, i sit alone and wonder
i listen to the light thunder, the rain drops come to stay
hearing children running from the bay.
the trees crackle outside my window
the night orders it away and the night wind strays
nothing left now not even a sound
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem