Soothing rays.
A subtle caress.
An elusive moon behind clouds of misconception
plunges day-life into ebony confusions.
Unpredictable moonbeams intoxicate
and relinquish to the brute rays of day.
Suffer and await the caress of the moon,
the shelter of her capricious embrace.
Hidden in the bosom of a moonbeam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem