for a body that is tired
working the whole day, the night
becomes a perfect bed to rest
in that open window which gazes
at the skies
the stars have become the
perfect choir of glitter and
silence...
the softness and quiet of
a clean conscience
your companion always
your most trusted friend
steadies the mind as it
sails on the lake of placid
dreaming.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem