Outside, the night thickens
its wall of silence,
dissolving all echoes of sound.
Inside, the lamp burns,
throwing a ring of light
on the desk littered with pages
of days obliterated by age.
And behind the arc
swivels the lidless stare
of the encroaching dark.
yes, inside the lamp burns, nice poem with nice images, thanks for sharing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wall of silence, good one..