Sweeter than rough
Is the taste
Of this loud beating inside
My mysterious heart.
Mixed. Incomprehinsible.
Yet, it needs to keep going,
Growing,
For my soul flies with joy
Even if it is just a glimpse
Of that sleeping moon afar.
For my soul cannot recognize distance
That is why
I Know it isn't rough
To even let my moon go farther
If it means to make light
At night
Not only for me
But for many.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem