There's a glimpse of twilight-
caught in a bottle
Like that of a bad dream to-
a childs dream catcher
And how it shines
how it pulses with the ebb and flow
of an ocrean current-
and the flick and flutter of a flame
But, perhaps-
just as easily exstinguished
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem