Beams of blue
Unwavering and true
Surround a burst of yellow
The yellow glows
And when the wind blows
It leaves a streak of color
The light is dim
But the yellow’s bright rim
Still shines like a saint’s halo
This haloed saint
So far from taint
Is not destined for Heaven
(2/6/2014)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem