The moonlight
Shining in the empty ballroom
One person in the middle
Eyes closed
Imagining people
Dressed in all their finery
Waltzing perfectly
The sound of talking, of laughter
Fills the air that surrounds
Great ladies fan themselves
Gracefully going about the room...
Suddenly the person opens her eyes
The images slowly fading
The moment shattered
She rises and leaves
Imagining what it would have been like
To have been there
And she thought
What if...
And lets her imagination
Take her away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem