eastern star showing her beauty
bright and early over earthly hill
kiss by cool breeze from far away
sweet scented clean sand in desert
flowerless, smooth to eye could see
life blooms when moon comes to play
i'm not alone admiring beautiful scene
there are eyes focusing with a dream
painting their thoughts up in the sky
undisturb with noises from the living
they are but their ways of reaching out
leave them they are happy of their own
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem