The lesion was
spreading. From
inside, I hear the wails.
Past and present
of time, plows
the furrows, in future.
Seeds remain
unplanted. I seek
justice from the earth.
Turn off the lights
I want to see─
the moon in its full glory.
Someone has left
the message for us.
Go out to face the wolves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the last two stanzas of this poem. First because there is nothing more beautiful than the full moon and two because of its determination to face our trials head on. Nicely done!