The cicadas’ hum is heavy, A symphony of late, As evening wraps soft shadows, In twilight’s warm estate.
The stars begin their twinkling, A sprinkle of pure light, A moment of pure magic, In the cloak of night.
- Jānis Akuraters
The cicadas’ hum is heavy, A symphony of late, As evening wraps soft shadows, In twilight’s warm estate.
The stars begin their twinkling, A sprinkle of pure light, A moment of pure magic, In the cloak of night.