When the darkness falls
with a faint whisper,
The pale moon peeps like a pregnant woman.
Her necklace broken and the stars scattered.
Oh! it's a starry night.
I search for my birth star
and she hides purposely.
I called by her name loudly
and all of a sudden she fell down.
I found nothing over the meadow
but dew drops like her tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fragile and beautiful. Tears from the sky are indeed precious gifts. Take care. Warm regards, Sandra