Look out the window there
at all the colors
you see
some are closer to be
purple lips
and dark moving clouds
those are pink
and cutting some corners
go to sleep
the friends that you have
by the smell
I can tell
see the one and only bee
it can taste what you see
I can see
where you'd be
like the bushes and trees
snap dragons
that open and shut about me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem