The night has begun to cascade over the sky the merrymaking and mirth have gradually begun to die. The cry of the infant in the most obscure part of the day all but surely has withered away. The adults that fancy an evening of play have begun to realize they have over welcomed there stay. Dreams are born and realized in the depth of sleep only to be ended by the brake of mourn!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dreams and born and realized, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.