Not every song has its day in the sun
Some singers no night to lighten.
Numerous were our beloved stars
Whose skies your eyes have forgotten.
Rush forward through the pages of time
Or find in stillness these telling leaves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Johnny. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.