Sometimes at the end of the day
When there is nothing much to say
My tired eyes seek yours, just so I know
That I am not alone
And then am not so tired anymore...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sun leaves something when it set to rise another one which eagers the heart more dark is fear but it is a warmth hug too. the sleep is rest but leisure too