How I love the night..
Looking out my window, the
sky light in the ceiling...
seeing, raindrops rest..upon
the glass..Glistening diamonds they
seem like...Wondering.. what
makes the night such a mystical
place in my mind..How, it gives to
me its wonders...all for me to find.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can picture this as if i was seeing it... fantastic simple short poem.