the gentle moon,
crescent, comes out
seeking the wandering
grey sky to perch
a magical kiss
on her shy lips.
the dusk dares
bright kohl dreams
in the drooping eyelids
of the sleepy day.
a lone early star
brightly looks
at the dark
silhouettes of the birds
at last, home-bound!
25th May,2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem