Like a moon freshly hatched
my soul gingerly steps out
to a world of pure delight
in what makes us
newborns of the light
with the moon
to guide our feet
in the garden of friends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a happy poem... loosening up of one's self, the moon beaming on its fullest in a cloudless sky, a man being himself in a fair coexistence.