Listen, the sky
is saying something.
Something is there
With the star.
The moon is giving
the scope to dream,
The milk ocean is
burning at this time.
I love the song of the river
and the river is furious
with the August clouds
killing the dragon fly.
The time is missing
This is the time of missing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your meter in this poem, a wonderful write.