Beneath a crescent moon,
flows a curved river,
where I stand, looking at reflections from Heaven.
Under the night sky,
stands a lonely person,
Amidst my dreams,
I follow the stream,
gathering memories,
All my life,
looking for you,
you who touched my Soul long ago.
Fate has sent me,
on a long journey to find you,
It's my destiny to meet you
once again at river's end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ronald, such a good poem👍👍👍
Thank you Bernard F. Asuncion for the nice comment.