Look up to the horizon
the moon is rising fast
through silhouettes and shadows
the hills and trees have cast.
With my head upon your shoulder
as you rest in my embrace
in your double breasted jacket
your hair paints love across my face.
The empty branches rustle;
the evening wind blows cold
and the stars come out to shimmer
like the flame that lights your soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fun piece to read, thank you for sharing