Moons beautiful countenance
of mystery, magic, passion.
Who is as wise and old as the moon.
She's never in darkness
but reigns in soft glow.
She weaves her own special magic
creates her own dreams and songs.
Smiles at the little boy
who throws little crumbs at her
who thinks he can put her in his box
and capture her light.
Mystic powers draw young and old.
Faithful lady impacting cycles, times and tides
birds rely on her for navigation and migration.
Constant inspiration of poets and lovers.
A soft spiritual, romantic light
love's silent guide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
heavenly traveller is seen from earth with poetic pen
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