It is a cool night, though not the one
I wish to be caught out side of.The wet grass
soundlessly as I know it shortly day will reappear.
Through the moonlit night others lost may come,
I remember each full moon most have gone before.
And here it was that once we paused, out of breath
to rest and drink our wine, beneath grey clouds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to rest and drink our wine, beneath grey clouds. ......................................................................... good.10...