The night's lost
Its glamour
The moon full
Half empty
Starry night
Polluted
City's sin
So obscured
Yes. I remember a camping vacation long ago The only thing I remember is the stillness and the sounds of the loon Beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Richard, this is absolutely brilliant. This verse totally channels Don McLean. You immediately made me think, " scarry, scarry night." This goes right to myfavourites.