Melancholic the moon is.
Still watching with hundred eyes.
All blind.
I, watching it back, only with two.
Though blind, he plays the theme of
My life.
Strange.
Brings tears to my two.
It is a voice of a woman, a soft voice.
She sings a song about
Falling of the moon
I love poems about the moon! This one was great. Moon is a feminine beauty!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank u very much. i just started to write poetry and i really appreciate ur comment