The moon is a pool so cool
It is a round mirror in a flight
Over darkness it silently rules
It is the sweet queen of the night
The moon is the tiara that
Shines in the head of the night
To the horizon it walks straight
And around it clouds are woven tight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Moon inspires the most beautiful poetry. It's never enough to read about the moon. Love the imagery. Sublime!