Sometime let there be
a mad rain possessing
all sleepy trees,
let the mist turn the
surrounding in a dream
and let all flowers
live forever.
Sometime let there be
a rainbow with a swing,
and let the stormy
sea roar in my veins.
Sometime let there be
a different face
in the mirror and
words of a poem turn
butterflies spreading
allover the sky.
Sometime my wishes
touch all lovers
turning them immortal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem