moon is too shy tonight to show
giving freedom to lover's desire
molding under canopy of gentle
darkness and quietness of scene
sparking fingertips reaching in
releasing all those stored pain
only ears close enough to a breath
knows flowing unstoppable events
let it be grand; later it would be fine
resting on some-body's warm hand
to tell stories before the rising sun
peace of heart, peace to everyone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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