The night is where I have a peace of mind.
The stars are out and glowing like tub of sparkles thrown into the air.
Sounds of nature invite me to join in the display.
A light breeze carries my soul through the air, letting me truely free.
But none of this compares to her.
She is my love, and has no name.
She is everywhere and everything.
She is the night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem