i've seen a rainbow
this bridge of different colors
makes you feel
the ease that beauty
gives
whether there is
a pot of gold at its end
or its tail
i don't really care
i am just
a pilgrim of the hill
a spectator of
the passing wind
a deafening silence
a stab of the
stare
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem