Thoughts in deep sleep
With pin drop silence
Rouse abruptly
The full bloomed Moon
Of dream land does fly
Only
The Moon comes down
To take naif heart
Of sweet twilight
With soft body the gloaming weeps
The Moon goes back with
Emptied hand right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WELL WRITTEN. KEEP WRITING LIKE THIS.