palm trees, snow white leaves and pink debris
rose petals pushed along the blowing paths
focusing my approach on nature and dreams
the thoughts themselves stand aside my walks
long and lingering about the breezes that collapse
beneath the clouds in half sunrise and sunset
for when the rain's like slanted crystals, liquefied
as their rustling in legions, like subtlety abrupt
the curtains are but dawn against beautiful gaze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem