" Beauty is your eyes in your downturned face,

your hair when the wind breaks,
softly waving to your tired shoulder,
it's beautiful when I see your face,
then my heart is like a deer of fear,

afraid my love will fall,
afraid to string dreams,

because the heart is so vulnerable,
from the wound,
from crispy,

beauty is when the full moon turns pomegranate,

The shade grows on your wet lips.

Lull the wind to melodiousing song "

― J.S. Dirga , Saga Moon Poem