Silver light
The morning’s silver light shines and eyes
In action, re-action are china.
Fireworks, lions’ dance and papers in colors
(All around to skies)
Some hanging from kites as if tails; dragon’s.
People pass
Some raise hands to make shade
Some close lids of eyes
All cautious, not to look, not to fall
Observer waits for ride,
The mouse in, bus-stop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
observer waits for ride, good one, thanks.