I am trying to forget the rainbow...
That's me
very much like other men.
It's good to dwell in oblivion
of surrounding charm
when we find it no more
within a distance of arm.
But you're different
like any female
like any feeble dreamer...
still trying to glue
the fallen flowers with their stalks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem