When dark & light against
A sickle moon plays the harp
Escarpments above her thighs
Shine even brighter than ever
Then his hand swam like koi carp.
Where delicately the dews moisture clings,
Comes-together warming cloisters.
… before the stars have rung,
She has claimed her pearl in an oyster.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
brighter than ever, good writing, thanks.