No regret
No regret
No sorrow
I must go
I am myth; you mythic
Tiger-Moon is rhythmic
Move halo of your hair
It's cloud on my way
Moon smiles
In your eyes
On your cheeks
And your chest
Cliff is my ladder
A tiger at the edge
I will jump far away
Moon belongs to tiger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fantastic and beautiful write. Enjoyed the read