Mooneater, I am my poem:
fantasy of words
traveling through fog.
When light sneaks in,
would you like to weep
with me?
Dear death,
I am not ready to
close my chapter.
You are you
but I am not me -
taking a flight in dark.
Disintegrating,
I am collecting the spiderwebs
to catch the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Collecting the spiderweb to catch the moon.Fine. Congratulation Satish Verma. I invite you to read my poem and comment. Yours Gajanan mishra