The nights of the whole universe wheel within the unformatted dream.
The fallen shades of the Moon swing on the ocean.
Fishes come to the coast without hesitation.
Humbled morns with dew wet lips put kiss on the mass of Sun.
The tunes of flute make halt at the rampage of gusty wind.
Sleep walking poets write poems keeping up late for the fascination of complacent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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