Night makes us
what we are not...
Night excites our
junk thought.
Night tries to
find your truth.
Night is the time
to seek the root.
Night wants us to
sleep in lover's lap.
Night rises with
the power of sap.
Night drinks our
love from hidden love.
Night lies with night,
entwining with half.
night is for rest and for waste ... and for description nice thank u
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Night as a thousand faces and you bring the thoughts forth from the shadows...regards