Glimmers of white,
Spattered with,
Shades of pink,
A glint of steel,
Among hues of blue,
Shining armors,
Delicate seeds,
Iridescent of times passed,
Times to come,
Complete with lacquered hazels,
Of the picture I often see,
In my mind’s eye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem