Watching as the sun enters through glass windows, shining
on the floors, reflecting off of pieces that sparkle in
the sunlight.
Making the environment look festive and gay, as people
walk upon them, their eyes are caught by it, designs are
patterned on floors also.
Configurations geometrically fashioned to please eyes of
passers-by, all in all a pleasant and enticing atmosphere
here at the airport in Los Angeles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem