just have the moon
at least
you have no choice
what are you?
a speck of dust
in the galaxy
envy the still pond
where the moon
sits
cope up
breathe and be
the wind
for a while
create the ripple
tell the
water lily
you are alive
and can
disturb
a little
and tell the night
you eat
fears
that you can sleep
with
or without its
dark covers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem