When the Sun and Moon were angry
You could see what they call Eclipse?
There he goes in the darkness searching a Superstar.
Stars never come down from the serene sky my dear
And he weeps in the milky way.
* You could see more things in the darkness.
There is pain in this fragile view of the skyscape. A poem of longing for something beyond the darkness. Lovely, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your beautiful allegory is melancholy and yet it raises a smile at the same time. Bitter-sweet penning. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥