He ran away clasping the moon
chasing the stars
and kept wishing her the same
while she stepped over far too many
chasing the moon
that the light the moon reflected
now proved dimmer.
I was wondering whom to badge silly
her giving up the stars or
him giving up on her.
Then I saw a miracle;
he sat there shinning bright
playing with both the celestial
while she could still smile at him
despite his defensive denial.
Yes, she missed the stars
nor touched the moon
yet she glowed brighter
like the sun in the noon.
Yes, the miracle!
ice melted, fire doused
yet the phoenix-it rose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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