When morning ends,
The sky turns Dark,
The sun descends,
The night appearing.
The stars shine,
Glowing, twinkling,
The beauty you cannnot decline,
The moon, shining more than anything.
The night moon glows,
In the aura of darkness,
A relaxation shows,
The calm, peaceful night.
Sadly, yet exciting,
The sun ascends,
Nothing frightening,
Just the clear light.
It's the night moon to glow.
Wow....This is so well expressed with every word just seeming perfect in it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thnx, I wrote it myself.