White and cylindrical piped from black-caviar
let me be as apple blossoms five-pointed star
let me perch sit upon the boughs of heavens blue
fall ripe and heavy when my time is way past due
and rest in your lap for collection, life anew
then when all is said and done, I'll-bid-you-adieu.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem