Dancing lights on a rainy Sunday,
it flickers,
it dances,
gracefully reflected in my eyes.
Dancing lights on rainy Sunday,
it brightens,
it weakens,
saying through the skies’ downpour.
Dancing lights on rainy Sunday,
it bounces,
it’s skittles,
they’re good enough to eat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem