We are stargazing creatures
With suns in our eyes.
In the blackness of nights
There always shines twilights,
Swirling within our invisible features.
Like yellow, billowy smoke from
A fiery weeping willow, her words
Rose as she spoke,
'The sky cries in vain from unbridled pain,
And the stars are but infinite scars—an
Eternal reminder for internal restrain! '
Suddenly the mirror became clearer
And the reflection of sure perfection
Both blessed and haunted me
Year after year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What an inspiring and gorgeously written thought! It's definitely something to wrap the mind around. Cheers!