Under the crescent moon I lay
Silk garments rub me as the wind blows
The stars lay still in my eyes
The lunar essence shines on me
While the dark of the night comforts me
The river shows the beauty of the sky
And makes me feel like I might fly
Sometimes it feels bad and not right
But hey this is my dark moonlight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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