The curtain of night open
Like a black pearl in its polished sheen,
Silently alone the way to the wild
Grass green lamb white.
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Qiang, almost a fusion of a Haiku with shorter traditional Chinese forms. If you would permit me, the laconic nature of this poem in no way obviates the most descriptive and profound sentiments through your sensitive phrasing. So lovely.
Misha, I think you quite get the point and it's the best interpretation from a poetic soul. Thank you.
I came by here tonight almost by accident. The beauty of your soul shall always ride along and within me. Um beijo, Misha