In the dark hours of the night
I lay still.
The silence of absence of light
Heightens the loudness of my aching heart.
And there I lay, Still -
I think it is always sadness and regret that we think about just before sleep comes. Well done. I love these lines especially: The silence of absence of light Heightens the loudness of my aching heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Kim. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks