The night sky looks like,
a Marine Fish Tank at night,
with the stars glowing like
neon fishes.
I feel my head is turning
and twisting to and fro...
to see the whole marvel of it.
A zap cold in my head,
and the trees and bird's nest
that add on to the cozy tank up above.
Green fields and comets that
fly about turn and twist and say...
you are dying, you are dying..
catch me if you can... time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem