Oh moon! The dark side of yours
can't be seen from earth,
You are the stalker of the children
grannies told us from birth,
you are the symbol of beauty
glowing among the stars.
Beauty is expected to be flawless
but even the moon has scars.
If you were on the Earth
would you be accepted with scars,
Or the things are beautiful
only when they are far?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem