The moon is full
Glowing like neon under black lights
Pure and free for the entire world to see
The beauty of it all, sucks the breath out of me
Gasping for air, I don’t fight, just trust it will come back
I can’t stop staring nor do I want to …
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As a huge fan and lover of all things lunar I can't help but love this simple but beautifully written piece! Nicely done! ! !