Tears falling from a weeping willow,
virgins ascending through the clouds.
Sighs from the night's last moonbeam,
monkeys whistling through your mind.
Panthers licking blood from the wind,
homeless angels landing on your nose.
A tickling of your heart,
butterflies sailing from your soul.
The sound of one eye winking.
I liked it up until the last line. Just a tad too cute, a trifle too clever, for its own good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The ending is perfect. Absolutely perfect. In fact, it rescues an otherwise somewhat mediocre poem.