I of III
The hush of night
The clock is ticking
My dream world is closed for the summer
I of III
Queen of the night
So serene and bright
Doesn’t soothe my weary mind
When I shut my eyes
She is inside my head
When I turn on my side
She's spread out on my bed
III of III
Midnight descends
As gently as a whisper
And sticks around
A bit too long
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that was quite everybody's experience... i liked the headers...great read.