Guess the shade will leave
The light shall set at the old place far away
As the stars faded as the dawn comes
The shadow shall stay at the dark
Gazing the moon goddess
Like one used to
Even the fate-weaver has no clue
Shall the story scripted on a stone
For this one to take a rest
and shall reminiscing the past
He shall carry it
until his last breathe
til last breath the life shall carry the souvenir of love...............! .///
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a nice piece of work, Eddi Hong. You may like to read my poem, Love and L u s t. Thanks.