there is nothing new
so we look to the old
the sky
sunset is my cue
the blue indifference
turning to pink
it is a gentle dying
there is nothing new in it
what can I say
purple cloud and tangerine
I've seen it all before
a color like the sea
it is as old as time and yet
still it stirs a sigh
it stirs a sigh from me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem