the moon
is a slave of the rule
despite its love
for you it must go
and here you are with
this routine
you come back at night
and meet her
and it goes on and on
and on...
and on, and on, until
you are gone
but the moon still keeps
on coming
inanimate as ever...as ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem