Listen
whispers the moon
in all its splendour
sweet Luna is walking around again
she messed it up tonight
says the moon:
I can't follow her tonight
when I'm fully dressed
then I can see her better,
did you see me?
Now I'm only halfway through
at this moment I am the crescent moon,
until then!
Another beautifully expressed poem about the moon. Liked how you described the crescent moon, my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The moon imagery in this wonderful poem is fascinating. A joyful to read!