In the east
After the heavy shower
Rises the rainbow
White is above
Black below
In the middle
The instincts
Love is above
Hate below.
The heart and soul
Express the color
Along with the sun and rain
The beauty of life does appear.
If the colors
Are less or more
The instincts start to soar
Then the rainbow will take a flight
Leaving the life under blistering light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem