Moon..veils hers...
floating..white..
soft light..moss..
brushes my face..
Leaves..rustle softly...
washed in canopy..
Moist soil...Bare feet..
run lost between..
toes..rose is hidden...
within nights darkness..
Brought into sight...
scents up soft light..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful little poem. Very lovely imagery...........