Truly Full Moon This Night.
(the February full moon is not as big as the Corn Moon)
A Narrative Poem
I just came home, I looked at the clouds
the moon is engaged in a conversation
with the dark gray clouds surrounding it
exactly the same as the impressionistic painting
outside Vincent's Night Café
I mean those impressionistic clouds
above the night café
After a while, the clouds get tired of it
the clouds say goodbye to the moon
and what do I see? !
I didn't know it was already a full moon
I immediately corrected my painting with my brush
impressionistic moonwalk with me
I'm as happy as can be
there is a full moon tonight
what a beauty! The universe so bright!
truly full moon this night!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem