Made of sliver threads
Sewing moons above
The daughters of air are still awake
They’ll dance in your dreams
There’ll be no seam
To tear apart a blanket night sky
So sleep in open shelters
Of Milky Way cradles
Fed by the stars
Fed by the stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
its good but it doesnt really make sense but i like it