A brave blue curtain of water
A rhythmic ripple of waves
Casting spiraling conch shells
Beneath the beams of luna
A million gold tokens
For a single mirage
A breath of moonshine
Blinds the eyes
Burns the way
The current as your carriage
Pelting rain maps out a melody
The stars fall and turn to fish
Each one becoming a new wish
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice imagery! Like this a lot. Love the last two lines!