Clouds were windows
And day looked through each.
Dew shaded brushes buff the backgrounds of trees.
Floret bloomed on winter -
A shred of spring I'll never forget.
Earth froze to a dull gem -
Drained as a mind to come.
Just touching the chilled sand was a foam.
As her brain struggled,
She saw the sky shift from fluffy salmon-blush,
To a toneless piece.
Coasts no longer looked as master pieces of pleasant thoughts.
Screams dwelt with tears.
Rhythms panted.
An instrument playing the loudest whimper was saved.
Then mother and daughter immersed in the ocean as if it were a thought,
And started a trail
Much too eclipsed to spot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem