Charming night is still young <br />And the dark sky is getting old. <br />Virgin Moon roams around <br />Until the dawn comes. <br />Proud Sun burns <br />And makes wild fire in the hearts of solitary pilgrims. <br />But still they are ready to worship in the decayed Inn of life. <br /> <br />I dedicate this poem to my poet friend Duncan.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tough-pilgrimage/
