Author Hiroaki Sato The azure sky like water, the night is cool. The moon, through the blind, reaches my cup. I drink slowly and wait, but no one comes. A wind stirs and brings the jasmine scent. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments