Unsung something,
in space, in other life
can I raise you?
The aureole
cannot be resurrected
like Lazarus.
Fading jasmines
make me mad looking
at moon rise.
Fading jasmines spark less fragrance but moon motivates to regain strength. An amazing poem is shared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strange sense of detachment from emotion except for what is created by huge natural bodies like the moon.