i am looking at rising; so nice
hoping to see your pretty eyes
reflecting on the face of the moon
watching over my very quiet room
if i could hear your hymns' melody
i would certainly respond in symphony
and ask goddess of breeze to bring
sweetness of flowers; blooms of spring
many ears pretend to be deaf a lot
not so, lips are just humble mat
cradling your stories in safe canopy
to be unraveled, cheerish in other day
whisper; leaves will move gently
feeling your heart beats patiently
and when you scream, some will fall
softly leaving marks on your soul
as darkness embrace the mighty light
hiding the beautiful robin's flight
don't be so sad; you'll get a surprise
from moonrise cause you're very nice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I guess nobody read my favorite poem
oh! thanks for reading 10 times I hope you see what I see
I did! It's a 10.