Twinkling stars belong to the mysterious sky
and a grasshopper cannot fly so high.
Star cries for the misfit
and the grasshopper collects the dew drops
along the lawn in the mist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Charming, wistful and very poignant. Tears for your little grasshopper seems very appropriate. Warm regards, Sandra