Early morning sun shining in through glass windows,
climbing the stairs, leaving shadows upon some of
the steps as it goes up.
Reflections brightly shining off of glass panels on
the second floor, illuminating the stainless steel
railings and hardware, holding the glass up.
Downstairs floor, still in major shadows, the sun
not allowed into it's depths just yet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A painting of the reality on earth