Under the shade of moonlight
I came across a face
That glowed like a beautiful rose
In the midst of a garden.
In the dreary climate of a lifetime
No brightness lit a spark
That lifted a curse so deep as my mind.
I enjoy the calm and secure of a child
Playing under the watchful eye of a mother.
I wonder if he is my guardian angel
Come down to rescue me
From the uncouth clutches of fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem