the sliver of new moon
is rising from the trees
the moon of lost love
rests within its arms
this dim glow brings hope
if only in its promise
the gift of light will grow
with time and destiny
then moonlit night returns
as lovers test the spell
life and love are waiting
as stars ascend the sky
the hush is palpable
I pause to breathe a sigh
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem