What, no moon
Where is the moon
it was here last night
the heaven looks like a blank canvas
not even a star to break its ennui
there are many heavens, the near one
the outer one and the one
beyond the horizon it is there
but we lack the vision
if you wake up in a dark bedroom
keep your eyes closed
you can see the astrosphere
and be close to the creator.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem