Like corona a name
sits on your lips and the
moon starts dancing with you.
You stand there
before the mirror, eyes shut
flying to catch the rainbow.
Inaudible a prayer
zooms in. A hymn of moonlight
washes your hands to write grace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Inaudible a prayer zooms in. A hymn of moonlight washes your hands to write grace. // interesting but a romantic expression