The moon, my childhood uncle
Lied doggo in the sky as honeymoon
The day, I spliced with a sprite in thirty
And today, he transformed to Sunnymoon
As if I am a waif at my sixty.
(a 5 W's poem)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A naked truth _nuptial love diminished at 60.