Poor Marleen
or eileen
Monro
it is
sad
to
touch the moon
and dream
to have the feet below the earth sky.
it is hard
to be
on the moon alone,
while lovers are dancing
on the earth streets.
your eyes
are always toward
and forward
to catch
someone
who has
nothing
except to bring you back
and feel the earth and without leaving the moon's soft ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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