BELOW THE SKY
This unopened envelope is the folder of the starry sky. Let me look at it with my open eyes! Below the sky there is a tulip which may smile. Below the sky there is a warm drip which may die. Nothing might be everything in any starry night. Everything might be nothing in any chewing gum. Let me look at the tulip with my sleepy eyes! Let me look at the warm drip before the winter's ice! Let me chew nothing with my morning's mouth! This unopened envelope has something to hide. There might be those eyes slid in a starless night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem