The moon bend over to kiss her
the night she was born
The earth around her was blooming
as she was growing
The stars became her jewels
to celebrate her adulthood
and I sunk in the depths of sorrow
when I faced her for the first time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The earth around her was blooming as she was growing The stars became her jewels to celebrate her adulthood..... very fine picturesque view of the moon bending over at her breath and how she grew in the garden of nature until adulthood......... and your heart and your emotions. thank u dear Father. tony
Thanks Tony! Glad to read your comment