I sleepwalk to the stars
Believing they are
So near and approachable;
As I grope for them
One by one
They melt away
Like tiny balls of snow
Leaving me disheartened
I cry at the moon
Who watches me silently
From a distance, as a pure
Girl going to be wedded;
And shedding its smile
Onto the bed where
I am asleep and dreaming;
I rush back to gather
The smile in my palms
And feel the hard stroke
Of the cruel sun making
Fun of me through the cracks
In my window panes.
A beautiful work. I cry at the moon/Who watches me silently.That is what I often ask myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I rush back to gather The smile in my palms And feel the hard stroke Of the cruel sun making Fun of me through the cracks In my window panes- - - - The lines are so heart touching and so beautiful! !