I cried until the night came for me.
I laughed to draw help.
Nobody was near
apart from the moon and the stars
but though I stared at them
our distance was huge
and there was not a bridge
leading directly to the sky.
Then I dined
with an old silent friend
but I don't know his name yet.
A woman's shadow
appeared on the wall
I picked the phone
I tried to make her a call
but it was so late
the candle had passed away.
Oh! I am so tired...
next time
I will talk at the fire in the fireplace
and I think it is high time
to plant flowers on my wall
and
to invite the moon to dine with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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