Sunset and moonrise
And no curtain between.
Enhancing what is seen
Exchanging fine guise.
No mystery sight
Of outlines furtive-made
Tiptoes out the warm shade;
Trots into cool light.
Each synchronized lark
With the nuzzle and kiss
Back and forth cannot miss
From pasture and park.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem