Under high sky with silver clouds and full moon
A dike sighs its solitude while bamboo trees rhyme sad tunes.
Kite flute calls for more melodious winds
Tree branches sway gently with soft moonlight.
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Your translation poem, Singing With The Moon, is very interesting: Oh, young lady who bails out water by the roadside....Why do you bail out the golden moon? How beautiful picture! Thank you for sharing your new poem.
Thank you for reading and your comments. This is one of the best poems that I came across. Nhien