A golden, pink in the sky.
White clouds smitten with light.
A narrow blue that streches for all of yonder.
A purple tint that seeks no cover.
A little moon that peaks out from under it's cover.
A pretty thing that can be seen for all of yonder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the flow in this piece and it certainly leaves the reader wanting more.