Holding onto the iron window, gazing at Alpilles, It's a magnificent night, filled with stars, I wonder, is it possible? I'm on hills, Reaching the peak and touching the stars.
I truly enjoy walking in a wheat field, I'm about to lose my mind in front of the Morning Star. The smoothly breezing wind hits my face, Making me feel among the gorgeous stars.
I was thinking, how amazing it would be to live here, Then I realized I am in the asylum; I must live here forever.
An ekphratic poem inspired by the painting "The Starry Night" by Van Gogh