The time is late
The day rests
It’s when the time waits
For dreams to take shape
And hearts to stop to break
When the moon kisses the air
The sky stays still
And spills out its stars
That send down their lights
Which twinkle and stare
Into one heart
At something so rare
Is there something so deep?
So pure
So raw
That you would keep one in your heart
For so long
And be so sure
That you would call
So late
And not wait
And make one your choice
In that voice
With those words
While the rest
Just start to wake
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I would like to translate this poem
Rhythmic...i could hear the drum beats.......10