Between the moon and the sea
Lie silent, surreal mysteries,
Between the fresh light of the park,
Where keen children laugh and play.
And the darkness and solitude
Of the cold, grey cemetery,
Fall life's long shadows.
Between birth and dying lies
This dream saturated world;
With all its sorrows and fleeting glories.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem