Rain drops tears from a very
Heavy sky
Empty of is yellow light
The moon begins to bleed
Pours itself out
Upon a thirsty world
Drunk with lust
It drinks from a broken cup
Then it becomes sick
From the taste
Of its thoughts
Has a notion of raping
Mother nature
But soon abandons the desire
Because of the effort
That it takes
To move such a massive thing
That has existed for so many years
And lived in so many ghost
And has never once considered dying
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem