A daylight sets off for fading and fading,
and starts to make a poet wander dreaming.
A rainbow, a poem, in my mind awakening,
to remind me that you're my moonlight.
At the descent of the darkest nights,
comes the ascent of a moon, bright.
Innovates a view, that gives a hard bite,
to remind me that you're my moonlight.
Blurry eyes you've got me tonight,
like a bird you've perched on my soul.
Made me sleepless, made me believe,
that a mid-night for a poet is an eve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You capture the spirit of moonlight and modeled it in your write precisely_SOul