Starlight cast onto my pillow drives me insane;
I have myriads of metaphors flooding my veins.
My wish is to be an astronaut with a pen,
To shake hands with the idol rock.
What could the moon pour from my brain?
If starlight can affect me from so far away
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Incredible poem Evelyn you must continue with your passion and make beautiful art with your talent. I encourage you to do more.10++++