I saw the moon at a distance
Why not say 10000 miles for instance
I watched as it moved slowly with grace
It didn't seem to stay in one place
Thundering typhoons! I saw a mass flying by
A mass as dark as the night sky
A demon shaped cloud, I thought the moon would fight
But no, it didn't, it continued it's slow flight
And out of the fiend she came
And sought not to have fame
But sought to have peace
Because, after all, peace is free and nice
Isn't it?
~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem