One third of the moon looking upon earth, shadows covering
over the rest of it, settled in a light blue morning sky
above.
Looking at it from the front porch, noticing the sun light-
ly being reflected on the part I can see, no rays of moon-
light able to penetrate the sunshine flowing upon earth.
A peculiar sight during the day, now being written here in
this poem so everyone can read it and wonder if they'll ever
be able to see it also.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem