It trembles..in her veiled..heavanly..s.
Tears off of terribles..float ups..onto..
oshings..cheeks shinnys...meeting ups..
and downs..eqauls stars..tails of comets..
is to hands in cups...as ices ring my eyes..
Lower veil holds it's saddness...mixed..it's..
Stary sleep with gaze upon..it weeps to moon...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem