For eternity, the sun and moon are cursed to stay apart,
but what is the moon without her heart.
Her strength waxes and wanes through the days,
The sun burns, but feeds her with his light in countless ways.
The moon lives on for the day she can embrace her sun,
When all her tears will be undone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb poem.....I liked it. Sun and moon are two source of life.