Dreary moon hanging limp in the sky
Shattered stars pouring down, letting go of their last sigh
Sliver of a moon, ready, waiting for darkness to consume her and let her die.
They all try to run, but no they can't hide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow - deep! When even the unfeeling universe (that the mediaevals thought was so friendly) around us fails to show support by shining on us & singing the 'music of the spheres', then things are deeply dark indeed. You have the courage to write from a place few of us reach - hang on in there; keep it up; there is so much you can teach the complacent middle-class all-is-OK world.