Night of a Fallen Sky

As the night foster, sank my fragile heart, Because the frivolous moon began to play with my thoughts, As gleam the the moon up high , heart began to go in deep, Thinking of many butterflies that come to me and left , And of cemetery I went with flowers , bestowed, With gangrene and extinguish bodies which once glowed, The chain of thought broke , with a marvelous sight, Once dead sun again stood for fight ! The sun rose for them , who burn and got too far, Still night for them, who let exodus the stars!