The moon, the moon
like a giant balloon
hung low in the sky, it caught the eye
and balancing lightly on chimney top
I feared the heat might make it POP!
but the smoke-wreathed stars in glittering array
with gossamer string held her safe 'til day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb write with great choice of words that shine from your pen!