I scribbled on a scratch paper to her <br />It's a full Moon to the desert here too. <br />Her last perfomance for the year of 2005. <br />Do you remember the day you told me <br />how many times being seperate we watched this same moon. <br />still watching alone in two different poles. <br />Is this a punishment for writing poetry? <br />I hear the bell tolls from my remote village temple <br />and the shepherd boy tunes his flute <br />at the river's edge. <br />I am bit nervous in this lonely night <br />arouse my hidden desires <br />and hope that you too victimize. <br />I had frequent dreams of you <br />and I am so sorry for holding the gravity. <br />The man who set foot on the moon <br />has he ever seen this beauty? <br />He brought only the fistful of sand and what else? <br />The round moon resembles my beloved wife. <br />Oh! what is the purport of seeing beauty from afar alone? <br />Anyway it's at least a fortune <br />as they all cover their faces and not to be seen here.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-full-moon/
