Like the rain
Bedazzled by the sun
By the rainbow on his face
By all the colours
Nailing his moments
Out of the time
When tomorrow is today
And today is tomorrow
And all fancy far dreams
Dancing for his pen
To be seen as his nice
To be chosen as his girls
And to be written
As his poems..
Of freedom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem