I talked with a poet
The poet showed me the sky.
I lookout the sky,
And the sky sent message
To sleep on the earth.
On the earth I was sleeping
And you appeared, my dear,
Let me tell you all the stories
In practical life here.
I live a life of all white,
But I found yellow and black
There and they all given me
Notice why I am here without
Marching forward with the poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem