Sweet flower don't know
How dearly a moth loves him
From so far a distance
He is unable to make a show
From a length he watches tempestuously
How eagerly he wishes
To come to him to embrace
But his small wings can't act supportively
Silently he prays for a path common
That may lead the two
Up to the infinite fence
To merge the two forever into one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.