Beauty will never perish.
Write my name on a star, I will
crash on the white moon.
When your hands are
scented, I invite the wind to spread
the fame of dark blue sacrifice.
Whoever will climb the
grapevine forget the oath of
becoming a sage in the dark night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Deep write. Nicely crafted. Thanks.