The torrid and relentless sun.
The dim and silvery moon.
They exist,
Yet one hides as the other comes.
Though occasionally,
Both can be conspicuous simultaneously.
Some say we're preordained
To be on the other sides of the world,
But others say
We're written on the stars;
Tantamount to
The sun and the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. A beautiful work of art. Thanks for sharing Joeremy.