there is no way of
telling you that i can
wait for you
forever in the dark
more likely the moon
shines in full
one night of the month
for all the months
that i had been waiting
i know fully well that
there is no you but only
the moon and its fading until
it is gone
just like you
in the darkness of this all
i can hear Beethoven
playing his music
to the coldest air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem