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

她乘着清風的裙裾，翩然而致我的領地。

輕輕地，靜靜地，思緒閃動似星際。

被嚴守的熱情，是她未出鞘的寶劍。

冰樣的堅硬寒冷，終有消融的一天。

謹慎遲疑的聲線，泄露了她靈魂的熬煎。

對她入髓入魔的思念，令我狂舞的雙足徹夜地轉。

她留下無盡的折磨，便如春風一轉不見。

送交者: 阿砸