A lemon dropp of a moon,
spread light over river and meadow,
and lit a few whisps of clouds
that floated aacross its surface.
There was no wind,
for stillness ruled this night.
I can still picture the scene...
and you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I found this exquisite... it left me breathless. It becomes a favourite. Thank you!