O poezie...

Aceasta este o poezie pe care am compus-o acum vreun an, cred. Este in engleza. Sfat pentru cei care nu stapanesc prea bine aceasta limba, nu incercati un translator, pentru ca nu traduce bine. Mai degraba un dictionar. :D
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Crescent Moon


The crescent moon is shinning in a silver light,

Hidden and lost in the mysterious, dark night,

Where clouds are shielding the moonlight away,

Where there is no proof of another day,

Where the queen is the moon and each star is a princess,

There, where the night is hiding its devilish blackness...

Where the sun ends and walks in the blue sky,

Where the sparkling golden color is passing by

And it’s replaced with the mystic dark blue,

There, where dreams are becoming true.

And many strange secrets are being revealed,

At the time when everything white or gold is killed,

When the crescent moon appears from grey veils,

And far, far away can be heard painful wails.

Forever melancholic, gloomy, sorrowful, in vain,

Is the sweet torture of the sunset and the very end.

Forever glowing, radiating, most beautiful of all,

Are the crescent moon and its mighty, heavenly soul,

With its desiring paradise of never-ending light

And its glorious gleam, like a vampire bite.

The angry wind is frightening the sleepy world,

Although the night and dark are brave and bold,

Ignoring the threatening, advancing storm,

Silencing the soaring trees with unknown charm.

Dancing shimmers are hunting the stirring forest,

Gently caressing its pure, fearful nest,

As the brilliant moon advances with utmost grace,

Whispering ‘Goodnight’ without showing its silver face…