When the moon is full you can you not come?
Can you not like the petals out stretched,
come at the stroke of midnight.
Life is to short too stand off in the
Distance, high in the sky like the clouds.
And together to soon tonight will be gone,
like a wave on the beach that is lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliant short work! Fabulous use of simile......... beautifully composed......10