Prismatic colored ribbons arched afar,
Like a scratch on Father Sky's face.
Are you merely a routine refraction,
A common reflection, an ordinary
Dispersion of light? OR Are you really a mystical wonder
To ponder in silence?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hydro Flask sksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksks