twinkles dot the horizon
beneath the fading moon
whispers garbled to be heard
a prisoner of mystical urge
teardrops soak cotton pile
mourning for a short while
open window for breeze
refresh feelings in maze
silent tapping behind door
deaf ear; left to ignore
parch lips mute for a moment
betrayed by amorous scent
in the corner of beating heart
close door would surely part
but deep sleep did prevail
sweet dreams; profound feel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have charted everything beautifully! ! Lovely poem.