The lamps have been dimmed
As the darkness falls
The days work done
I am alone with my thoughts once again
Always there
They never desert me
My constant companions
I shall gather them to my breast
And seek solace
The solace of the lonely.
Ah, so true, loneliness, the only friend waiting on us!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Recollections of the past gives comfort.Right thought in simple dress.