Looking to the sky, seeing reflections of sun beams
shining directly into my eyes, blinding me from what
I want to see.
Shielding them, seeing the silhouette of a palm tree
full and beautiful, shaded in evening shadows with
the sun silently smiling behind it.
White streaks gliding across the sky showing us the
directions that jet planes have traveled on their
way to unknown destinies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem