Lying on the roof and gazing the crystal moon
I wonder how many civilizations have it seen
And I wonder about those astonishing architectures built by illiterate bare hands?
Kings who conquered far lands and their razing pride
And widows of fallen crowns
I wonder about lovers who witnessed its beauty and their first kiss
And broken hearts estranged by the time
It feels like its gazing upon me sometimes
But I am not even an age and it has nothing to register on me
And I know
It knows all yet reveals nothing
But beholds us and drifts silently.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem