In the many-colored blue,
I am still a part of you;
the drifting clouds
your limit true.
A golden day,
Of blue-tinged light,
the peace that tells me
all is right.
Then in the many-colored blue,
Night sneaks in to say, me too-
while moon looks down
in ghostly hues.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poem, so sweet.10/10