night grows
out of the forges of rotating Earth
night out of the smokes and mists
of Earth
night walked hand in hand with
the Sub-Conscious
ah! they need strike no deal that
already be
night grows
night grows
out of the forges of the mists cauldron
it grows
in magic grows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem.it is creative imagination at work.Thank you.