As palm's sway caress stars and moon holds tight
comes outgoing tide's reprieve yet forlorn.
Wash free shell's sand under lonely moonlight
and release back unto the tide once more.
Once romantic swells now fester brown eyes
as untempered calls grow ever so near.
Ah, but unspoken words are lost inside
whilst swimming amidst this deep ocean here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem