Flowers in pale moonlight, a pop of color,
Flowers of warm midnight, moonbeam lovers.
Fragrance in the dark, wanders the shadows,
To drift into glistening dreamer's windows.
Lavishly hued, in nature's extravagant way,
Like myriad colorful joys, crowding the day.
Now ebony nighttime's so beautifully abloom,
And red robin sings under the stars of June!
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I would like to translate this poem
it pops right out indeed