Does the moon shine anymore?
Does it light up the night like before?
Or is it just a faded glow
A reminder of what's lost forever now?
The stars that once danced in its light
Now seem distant, cold, and grey
The world that once felt full of might
Now echoes with an empty sway
The shadows on the wall remain
Whispers of memories that refuse to fade
But like the moon, they're just a stain
A bittersweet reminder of what we've made
And so I ask, does the moon shine?
Or is it just a ghostly sigh
A fleeting glimpse of what's divine
A melancholy whisper, 'goodbye'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem