How pretty is ciel? Like the blue forever going. Like the white disapearing. Like the golden rise shining. Like the gray spreading. Like the above and below colors forming. Like the water dropping. Like the translucent air cooling. Like the thing beating. Like brightened dots forever glowing. Like the shimmer of beams pouring. Like the soft light dreaming. How pretty is ciel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem with beautiful words really enjoy to read it