In the shadow of a moonlight gaze
a cold and misty type of haze
washes over me as if my soul
has left and made me half, not whole
as night envelops everything around
the darkness heaps its magic on the ground
as features change and dampness marks its place
a pleasing smile appears upon my face
I love that nature calls me every day
Inviting me to meet it on the way
and taking me to places dark, yet grey
showing all its beauty on the way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem