Feelings will flow,
along a riverbank into a flow...
against rocks and others.
Some will evaporate,
others to a journey.
And a distance to far,
could be a sweet thing.
But to flow or fall in less than drops,
a trickle of moonlight or a heart.
Was it a late start?
And this falling light as star so swift and light.
Something said, 'did you see it'?
Everyone but I and others to a journey,
riverbanks, rocks and others.
A moonlight within the eyes of a flower,
can bloom into the night.
But... to come out of a moon shadow,
can be light and shadow of appetite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem