Shawl pecked off darkness
In the pale pink glaciers of sun
Sailed in the cross country yard
Smiling against the dawn of moon.
Lazy gale of moonlight
Enriched lofty effervescence
Dried out thrifty musings
Beneath the pondering mellows.
Moonlight turned into silverware
Meadows turned around silent
The love birds ignored the stream below
And laced a lovely shield of quills.
Bells of death tolls to switch
Dwelling into the shroud of moonlight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem