Milky moonlight bowl slanted
Down into dungeon of dark night.
Frozen dark melt away
Unhinging vices
Which stuck iris, and
Ground zeroed avowed ‘Decency'
My lips curled at moonlight
Doubled my craving for darkness.
I looked afar.
Far into darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep in the ditch of darkness yet high on the hill of well chosen words and images. Thanks for sharing my frind!