Whispers and stars.
Wind cries softly in the night…
Nocturnal creatures even sleep.
So cold it’s become a freeze like never before.
No one looks out into the night.
Fearful they are to dare.
Whispers…
Calling out, see who will be enticed.
Crying for anyone to come out the night.
To take the whisper…
And travel the night.
Dark the woods.
Silent the snow falls…
Everlasting the peace.
Whispers…
A warning in the night.
Snow so cold and beautiful.
Luring, enchanting…
Anyone who dares.
Brings the eternal sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem