Where words begin, there is always a moon
For me, it has always been my guardian
It is my soulmate and changes my moods
Always making an effort to challenge me
It's waxing and waning monitoring my thoughts
It newness or fullness taunting me to write
The feeling of accomplishment is tangible
When the moods help me write
The disappointment when I fail is lasting
But I know that on the next turn
I will smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem