Before my bed
there is bright moonlight
So that it seems
Like frost on the ground:
Lifting my head
I watch the bright moon,
Lowering my head
I dream that I'm home.
..a lovely write and so true, there isn't anywhere like home ★
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful. And so true, I too have stared at the moon and felt more connected to loved ones in distant places.