When the evening comes
Everyone get moody
But only the stars in the sky
Can tell of my kind
When the insects whistle
"The birds are silent in their nest"
And men are noisy with their nets
Throwing in the forty five cl seas
Catching up their vibes
While the feeling lives in me
Starring at faces of different colours
But their smiles justifies
The tale of joy
And the reasons still
Value in my thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a nice start, Orbiam. Read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.