...Full moon...shine on the ocean...
you, in my heart...the shore is waiting...
getting older. You never come...indefinite is
the moonlit path ploughing the ocean
that swallowed the sailing-ship
we would have wandered so long on...
driven by desire, playing
flute and lyre...
blending singing and flesh
in the silvery wind...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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