We rise above the silver line
Hymning our sparkling tune
Peaking amidst the cloudy night
Beneath the beaming moon
Littered glitters are all we are
Sewn in the evening screen
Dancing, twirling to formation
With our choreographed routine
Way up here, we see the sun
Sleeping fast and sound
As we blanket, its deep slumber
We tiptoe round and round
Its rested bonfire, wheezing still
Warms our pointed ends
Surging us all to shed more shine
To where the brightness bends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i think there's a nice imagery here...