it is dark,
the full moon arrives
hovering upon the marshes
the waters become one
golden sheen rippling as the
shadows of birds
lay on the floating lilies
a wooden hushes
it is wading as
the young man paddles silently
on the water
the woman below him
sings a beautiful love song
it is time to play.
it is dark and the moon is full tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem