Crescent Moon

By: Gazal

Riding on skirts of the wind,
arriving gently into my realm.

Her mind pulses gently,
silently, like a distant star.

She guards her passion,
like a sharp sword within the sheath.

Like ice, that hard, frigid matter,
that melts willingly with time.

Her voice, timid, circumspect,
betrays her tormented soul.

I covet her, I desire her like a dervish,
twirling endlessly in the night.

She arrived and tortured me,
then returned like an easterly breeze.

送交者: 浦江客

她乘着清风的裙裾，翩然而致我的领地。

轻轻地，静静地，思绪闪动似星际。

被严守的热情，是她未出鞘的宝剑。

冰样的坚硬寒冷，终有消融的一天。

谨慎迟疑的声线，泄露了她灵魂的熬煎。

对她入髓入魔的思念，令我狂舞的双足彻夜地转。

她留下无尽的折磨，便如春风一转不见。

送交者: 阿砸