sometimes I lie
on the cool ground
underneath the dark sky
dew seeping
through my clothes
holding out my palm
to balance the moon
in my hand it sits
wiser
and more silent
than yesterday
when it becomes
hidden
beneath a dark veil
of relativity
I whisper
I miss you
to the moon
and search for answers
I don't find in the stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem