reality is not ugly.
it did not sound that way.
it did not feel that way.
here is reality.
A fruit platter.
a sun rising.
a bird on a wire
eye to eye with you.
it swings a flying
towards the marshes.
here is reality's delights
dinner with you.
sweet conversations
and laughter.
is my love for you
not real?
here is reality.
it is sweet and lovely
and we make it more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem