Slowly, silently now the moon
nibbling the sky..
Leaf is frozen and everything are awesome in this moonlit night.
On the road the pitch black dark empty its glow and high hill dances with the clouds and praises the full moon for showing her light over his head.
Thus he gets an opportunity to kiss the stars.
Heart of the clouds are burning and singe to see this kiss..see this love.
What she do, she call upon the winds to force the trees and darken her face angrily.
Now she is ready to blow the thunderstorm to make sure that his love story will come to an end when everything just in vain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem