Darkness, it comes every night
The sounds come with it.
There are crickets humming,
And twigs falling making a thud on the roof.
The roar of a train, the rush of the creek,
The tap, tap, tap of the keyboard typing.
The buzz of my laptop and the sounds of the TV.
The soft, slow howl of the wind.
The sounds of darkness may differ with seasons
But no matter what time or day
The sounds will come.
The roar of a train, the rush of the creek,
The tap, tap, tap of the keyboard typing.
The buzz of my laptop and the sounds of the TV.
The soft, slow howl of the wind
It's comforting to know that the other side of the world has the same wonder, in both the natural, and the spiritual rhythm. Your poem soothes, and calms. Well Done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanx! i can't believe i finally got full marks(a 10/10) on something. shame i can; t really do that at skl! oh well! ! ! ; -)