Full moon, I fear
And for this
I close my doors
And windows.
I know
The full moon
Comes to me
Like a wolf.
And to full moon
I am unable to shoot.
Am I a moonia?
And under the influence
Of the moon
Do I act abnormally
That I can't say.
But it is true,
I fear full moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem