In the pleasant night,
I was trying to write
About the great street light
With my special ink,
The light was always bright for me,
I knew it was my true friend,
I tried to depict it
As the brightest thing of my life,
But the honest street light prevented me saying,
"Dear friend!
Don't exaggerate,
Write me as I am in reality,
I will be satisfied with that."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well conveyed poem... Truly delightful....5 stars.... Bernard