Amber skies, all that I see.
Of course you've tried to show me, other things of beauty.
But I feel so blinded.
By city streets, and children's screams.
By bright lights, and weeping trees.
By human wants, and deadly sin.
By lemon seeds, and my own skin.
By holidays, and your sickening ways.
Open my eyes, to other things of beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a very good poem.. best one i've read so far