And suddenly the grey skies went away
As the sunshine burst out through the blinds
Warming and hopeful
There wasn't a need for the lamp to be on
I shall turn it off
But after the poem is done
Nothing like a poem to brighten one's day or for holding on to dark and lonely times.
Sure for the pleasure of poem under lamp is awesome great than in sunlight white
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How exhilarating and fine. I can feel every word of your poem, and they are absolutely precious and devine. PS. I totally agree, thanks for this pearl in our tumultuous sea, it makes us feel so much more free!