When the sun disappears from the line where the sky meets the sea
The white light shines so brightly so that every eye can see
A hundred or so patterns like the big and little dipper
But only true stars are the one that always twinkles but never flicker
Dear stars you are the night sky's fruit of a beautiful tree
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for this delightful limerick. Enjoyed the changing landscape. Thanks.
Thank you so much Mr. Manga