I folded my arms in a new posture
Facing the moon I am ready to compose
Like a guru woke up from a bad dream;
A new song to the new moon.
A happy song to the waning moon.
A sad song to the dull moon.
A lonely song to the mid night moon.
Moon, moon, moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A new song to the new moon. A happy song to the waning moon. A sad song to the dull moon. A lonely song to the mid night moon. Moon, moon, moon. very good expressions and imaginations. tony
Thanks Drtony, truly i like the way you write, thumbs.