MY SOLITUDE IS MY PRESENCE
IN A WORLD THAT GROWS COLDER
AND SURROUNDS INTO DARKNESS
THERE IS VISIONS OF A DARK NIGHT
BUT THE WAKING OF A DREAM
WOULD BRING LIFE AND THAT OF LIGHT
WHAT IS NOT A DREAM OF DAY
TO HER SHALL HAVE EYES TO CAST THE ESSENCE OF BEAUTY
ON THINGS AROUND HER WITH THE RAYS OF SUNSHINE
TURNED TO A THING OF THE PAST
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem Shai. Well done!