If only for a fleeting moment I would like to be
One of those little white moths you see in the grass
Dancing in mid-flight directionless lunacy
Surrounded by spectrum-like dew and moonlight
Not knowing up from any other direction
Nowhere to go
Happy to be
Or perhaps I am
For that experience and this feeling
Together
Would seem a flawless fit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great personification!