but the leaves are falling,
sun and moon head to head
the tide has one lip locked on skyline
but the door is sealed tight
molten desert is waxing wet.
A tear drops, echoes resounding
but the tear leaves a scarlet trail
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wonderful poem, specially the ending is very beautiful, you have painted your feelings very well in the poem, thanks for sharing