A full moon
at dusk looms
The lightning bugs
so bright
Painting the night sky
Will come out soon...
Light is the ink they use
To shade the blackness
In bright, flourecent hues
In departure
Leaving behind
The only light
The light of the full moon
In the dark sky
after their spectacular of lights
Dawn is bound to come soon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem