To happen and between
happened there was, a time to introspect,
hatching a cryptic ache.
Sitting on the rainbow in
morning, the importance of justice was
evident. But black clovers snatched.
I will repeat. The arc
was very long. Who hangs to commit
suicide in the showers of blessings?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem