When the days turn dark and dreams take birth,
Shines a beauty o'er the tall, dark hills,
Which being a missionary from the heaven
Lightens our pious, blue earth.
When never shall you glow,
Bring me back to the heaven,
I'm not among earth's cynical, cruel men.
When nights fall asleep,
Meets me your eyes,
To me, you're my life's obsession
And beyond you shall never I find any destination.
'Shall never you die? '
It's what I believe,
If it shan't be and upon me verified,
Shall never die a man but earth would surely have died.
Nicely defined- wonderfully crafted i feel envy -When the days turn dark and dreams take birth, and-'m not among earth's cynical, cruel men. every line is flowing like river, every spell is powerfully defined thank you
awesome write at this age..................continue with poetry....nice
Brilliant piece penned beautifully........great imagery.......nicely done...10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a beautiful poem, you write so well.