They believed in color
and burning candles
with flames dancing
on ceilings like skies.
They had wings
just like the butterfly.
They blossomed in
the noon-day sun.
They slept, riding
on cool moon winds.
They smiled and the world
smiled and laughed in return.
They cried
so the world rained
with haunting beauty
down the smooth glass
of a girl's window,
reflected off the mirror
of a lake outside
and made her see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again, really good stuff (not lip service) much better than most PH submissions