Glares
The Moon
Saccadic,
Sciophobic
An eye for an eye
Whispering of goodbyes;
Memories bleed crimson red
As she glimmers faintly there
Mourns in vein; none there to paint her pain
paled in her light: 'the mistress of night'
Glares the Moon saccadic, sciophobic........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem