Writing throughout this night, atmosphere turned into a
midnight canopy in order to capture the beauty that dares
not alight upon the surface of this earth during daylight.
Knowing it may damage its essence in moments of a life
that's living in a vacant space on a sidewalk of life
having been lived fully with no regrets or aspects of
evil to mar this poetical soul still here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem