The sound of rustling leaves
Mid hissing silence.
Shadows bobbing on the wall.
Bright skies welcome soft,
Floral-like clouds.
Bright spot in peripheral darkness.
Huge full moon paints colorful
Mural of heavenly clouds
On infinite sky canvas.
This beautiful and fresh
Summery night belongs to winter.
I returned for a second glance,
But all was gone.
And yet ever fresh in the mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem