At night,
The lonely moon,
Our only light,
Sometimes so bright,
It seems someone up high,
In the sky,
Has not wanted the light of day,
To completely die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice little lyrical piece with working rhymes one more to the moon. reminds me of an old number, heard decades back light from the moon comes in to fill the ante room...through a crack in the wall by the roof.... liked