This morning my soul
Mirrors the sky.
Brilliant are we,
heaven and me.
Blending on this generous ride
I reflect to confide
in the orange sky.
In every florescent word I spilled,
Bluer the horizon filled.
At last the world revealed to me
A glorious image
Of colored truth and honesty!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting to read. The way you worded things make the reader slow down to see if you are actually alluding to things other than what your saying. I enjoyed reading this poem. It is so simple and straightforward with soft allusions...it would be interesting to make a conflicting side of this idea. This morning my soul/Mirrors the sky. You could do another paragraph in this poem after the first one and say something like This evening my soul/ Reflects darkness. The first part of the poem sounds light and happy and you could make another half that sounded dark and foreboding.