When the bright shining ball passes through the night, I'm not in fright but in delight, because it's not of a wish, but the suspicion of a child forsaken of a friend who is very different, but is careful, for all that is, is all that takes. The curiosity of the child kept their bond mental, but they were the same in life but not in body or brain. The inferior child kept asking, but only got stares, for their friendship was in vain if others found out. The ball of light kept the child full of inspirational hope, their wish was not a hoax but a call.
It leads the reader in some sort of ambiguity... Nicely penned though. Good one there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well penned Kailee. The poem flows well and its a wonderful read.