The sun is about to set. New moon appeared in the sky.
If the stars return back
Nobody will stare at the sky
Wayward wind breaths on the island of darkness.
...
I could be a puppet!
Could be drifted in stream!
But, No!
In mountains and rivers,
...
The cold moon in the misty night
hovers over the smelly hills-
And by it, flows the pebble-deep spring
dazzled in leaf-thrown bliss
...