Do we harvest moon by desire?
as dream reaches you at hand
tide sees in mirror of waves
as if spark of blue in heaven
river ripples by touch of breeze
breath trembles by gloss of warmth
earth resonates by touch of sun
green in leaf finds fuel to grow
we are just mere cogs in pinion
fire devours all in rage by hunger
as bliss is cause of benediction
life still needs light of love to walk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem