Moon wanted to bathe
your singed feet with moonlight since
you were walking on simmeringcoals.
A honey soaked watershed
divides a holy stream.Thick very thick
tears will roll down on time's cheeks.
You will start make-up
with pink eyes.Time to celebrate the
rising sun to pick handful of stars.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic poem. I pick these 3 lines....5 *** A honey soaked watershed divides a holy stream.Thick very thick tears will roll down on time's cheeks.