I am the moon shining bright
Surrounded by stars, barely noticed at night
Sometimes new, sometimes old
Yet never apart the original mold
Not always seen yet always here
I've learned to let it go, I'll shed no tear..
A very deep thought connected to the reality.. Fantastic!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Original mold unseen is other side that is always dark