The dusk rolls in
The evening birds low coo echoes throughout my mind.
Crickets,
The metragnomes of the night.
The shreaking birds overtake us both with their shouting,
But i don't care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nicely written Please take some time to read some of my poems try everyone turns away and all my life. I would be pleased if you have time to read even more i hope you enjoy them as much as i enjoyed yours. thank you