Days and days.. since The moon is gone.
Stars turn to dust, like an old bone.
They are lot, though feeling lone.
Come.. come, my dearest stone.
Night is cold; out of my zone.
Counting stars, hard to move on.
Come to me once, that'll be loan.
Told me 'no' with That sad tone.
If that could happen I will be bon.
Do it once, yet don't do it con.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem