In the stillness of the night,
I hear the voices of many
Some happy, some sad
and some terribly weary
In the darkness of the night,
I see the souls that wander
To and fro
And I begin to ponder
In the night all creatures are not meant to rest,
Most things remain a mystery, perhaps it's for the best
But in the night when the sky capture me so
I sit and cherish the imperfections before it goes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem