The milestone I remember with sad eyes,
All the memories and the world of poetry,
Is fading amid the desire for hope
In the upcoming future.

I will miss you, the rising Moon above the trees,
When your blue light pleased me,
With a touch of softness,
When you cradled my head,
All the roughness was gone,
Made me feel like a golden swing.

That milestone, such a little thing,
By the...