I always think an woman
Who showed her inner field
Planted various seeds of my dreams,
Then the moon was like a silent piano.
I couldn't trust anyone, she knew.
My dreams grew like trees
Aspirations like flowers
The fruits full of love scattered everywhere
And once a time came
When I sang with the moon silently.
But a night came
She went far far away from me
Not for a day but for days...
When I started to trust her
And
Still I trust her...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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