In the high still emptiness
where the sun refuses
to shine
where solar lights' fingers
play solely
in the dark
sparkling darkness
and
this hobby of
collecting rhymes
transforming verses
Rebirth!
Let's all do good every day before the sun refuses to shine....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rommel, nice poem. I love the concept of fingers playing in the dark. Ciara