That night
rhyming with yesterday's.
Boring stuff
rhyming with yesterday's
emotions, sadness, curiosity
silence and loneliness.
Same dark nights
same old bed
those stars, round moon
everything no change
just as yesterdays.
Seems to be darkness
the boundary of happiness.
But when you entered my dreams
all my nights started
rhyming differently.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem