There is a blue moon outside my
window, shinning on the river so
bright. Hear the lonely cry of a night
hawk, before he takes off in desperate
flight. The wind rattles through the
trees, with such little mercy. A coldness
seeps into my bones, and I wrap my
shawl around me tight. As I watch the
last leaf fall from the oak, on this chilly
autumn night.
Wonderful poetic expressions with superb imagery.I can see the beautiful moon shining on the river.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent capture of a edgy mood on a cold lonely night---a hundred stars for this, not a measly 5