The night unfolds in shadows soft and deep, where silent whispers dance upon the wind. A weary heart, adrift upon the waves, still seeks the distant fire of dreams once lost.
The stars above, like memories untold, stand watch upon the endless sky of time. Their voices hum a song of fleeting days, of love once held, now scattered in the dusk.
Yet in the hush where sorrow finds its voice, the echoes rise and drift beyond the dark. No hand can hold the past, nor steal its weight, but in its depth, a flame still dares to burn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem