Same old voices in the sound.
Chromatic tones lost
in the rain still coming down.
An optical glimpse of an iridescent blend.
Clouds shift above my head.
The shade of the world is a bit chemical.
Scintilating hearts
Take far too long to figure out.
Isn't it evidence?
...the world goes round.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem