The night arrives
As it arrived
For centuries.
Dusk its harbinger
With rouge on cheeks
And eyes that weep
Lingering.
The ghosts and shrouds
That shudder though
The night be
Not yet cold
They tremble in
Blue light:
They yearn
Lamenting for the stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem