The light was bright, and now diminished.
It's glow soon faded, and as ever darkness prevailed.
Brightness slowly crept up upon us,
Slowly and with no haste.
Now it's winter and all our cold.
Soon we're be covered in frost and mold.
Waiting for the warmer months.
Starting to think about her thoughts.
And whatever she decides to do, It's her choice.
Hopefully shell tell me, with her voice.
Though I'll wait for tomorrow.
To see what will come.
Darkness or maybe fun?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem