Oh mistiming mystical moon
You have arrived a little to soon
The searing sun is still in the sky
It is not yet ready to say goodbye.
Oh muddled marvelous moon
It is still only a little past noon
Go back to sleep my nightly friend
and wait for the sun to decend.
I suppose it depends on where you are standing on this glorious earth of our Vincent? Very soothing work indeed. Smiling at you, Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem, would make a fabulous nursery rhyme.