You and I fill the uncomfortable silence with small talk;
can’t seem to reach beyond the superficial.
Let’s try to break bricks and bread and enjoy what little we have.
I call you Rainbow: you paint my world in Technicolor
with a single nod, a glance, a smile from you—vivid hues.
I’ll outline the way for you to color your destiny.
In a rift between fire and water, one consumes, one soothes.
I’m caught in the middle again where I don’t want to be.
I dream of white flags, colors, and a bond that hasn’t formed—yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem