Moon Night
The sky of night spatted out the moon with dark crying
Jumped the moon glitter numberless skins
and wriggled light grains wash my naked mind
The ground of september was going around fresh nutrition with green a smell
The ridge of wet the moonlight glimmer far as mirage
and the birds swing blue-black the lower of clothes after waked up then fly away after their bodys tremble
In my heart that like to be auto graveyard fall raindrops
The moon carryed the naval string of poet and entered the entrance that no exists door so It bloom up waved a flutter to as willow
The moon is doing lovely kiss at the shady heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you seem to like the moon much. for me the moon is so magical and enigmatic. it can inspire many poets to write many verses.