The night will softly speak
In whispers of the dark
As nightingales usurp
The songs of morning lark,
But even in the day
There are whispers of the night
In echoes that it leaves
In shadows chasing light.
Very nice, indeed. Your title brought me to the poem. Titles are so under rated, yet so critical.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But even in the day There are whispers of the night In echoes that it leaves.whispers and dreams and night and day....... very fine ideas dear poetess. tony