The earth makes trails around the sun,
The moon follows closely in its wake;
The planets want to become one,
For all of gravity do partake.
The moon makes a backlit lamp of night,
The sun does cross-hatch on the trees,
Twinkling stars vanish at morning light;
But the dust remembers what it sees.
The waves write in wind, upon the beach;
The sand, where the hurricane has lain,
And shadows do sunlights reach impeach-
But nothing wind writes can long remain.
the eternity of a moment, lost... but remains. great poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very beautiful and serene. A calming but thought provoking poem, I like this one.