A Full Moon

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