Looking out through the window,
I see a rainbow.
It’s beautiful,
It’s beautiful, indeed.
Looking at the rainbow,
I see love.
It’s charming,
I am happy to be nearby.
Staring at the clouds,
I see them move.
It’s good,
Because they are moving to you.
Great, everything seems to be so closed,
I can take photos of the rainbows, and,
the cloud I get wrenched from
Is also moving to wet your window.
However, the rainbow is actually too far.
The rainbow you see is different from mine.
Though they are all charming.
Oh, the rainbow I look at is only an illusion?
It’s raining heavily now!
I got wrenched, right inside my eyes.
The farther rainbow, moving clouds, and the following love-heart....good imagination of thoughts...thanks for sharing
Thanks! This is just my poem written two years ago. Anyway, you give me confidence!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To Indira, Thanks for your comment! I am really a novice in writing poems. I 've read some of your poems, they are very good! I enjoy reading them! Best, Ivan