And the lights went out.
They flickered, and flamed,
And like love blew away,
By the force of a listless evil.
Each moment waited.
Each moment overrun…
Came then another, and more.
Much more Time now is alight like before.
Is the solemn sigh from the vacant heart?
No! The sparkling heart is as the flame.
It burns for ever long, forever:
It is once more aflame with warmth and love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good work.Liked this, compact and lyrical