The moon appears and hides
And the sea roars with its tides
The trees swing without a sound
The leaves fall silently on the ground
Flowers bend their heads to their sides
The clouds pace the dark sky
They reach the horizon and die
Silence descends across the land
The river whistles as it meets its end
From a hole an owl passes a muffled cry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem with good imagery, one of your best poems..
Appreciated. My regards.