Oh, they care.
They reflect joyfully or sorrowfully.
They are shimmery or dull.
Oh, I would care.
But I have reflected joyfully and sorrowfully.
I have shimmered,
I have been dull.
Love me.
Think I am beautiful.
Hate me.
Think I am Grey.
No matter how I am now.
No matter how you see me now,
Things will be different.
Things will be complete.
Everything will drag,
Everything will sag
And then we will know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem