Well -known birds
With wet feathers come down
With a view to hearing
The song of platonic love.
Moon hides behind
The long screen
As no long for bearing spot.
Promising moon driven into plot can't be subdued.
It is will-bound to spread light smile.
In jealousy
Darks stand against the light
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem