On a waning night
Sadness kills the growing moon
Regret kills moonlight
In ease of tired sleep
I prevent a lively dream
From hazy eyes deep
Holding on to props
I lag over my speedy youth
And the musing stops
In my aging hands
Griping a fading fabric
I discard silken strands
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
good haikus...good imageries inside...not jaded sure! ...10