When nearby shines constellations,
Aren't visible, the feature that of small asterisks
Without which the moon would lose force...
But when will begins permanent cloudy nights...
The moon cannot find of itself...
And on forgotten flute melodies
Slowly sinks in ocean oblivion...
The mermaid sings until then so calmly...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A calming write, gentle as the mermaid, thanks 10 Lynda xx