Every day
the blue curtain appears,
unless white clouds
linen it off.
At dusk
the blue curtain,
disappears when it becomes transparent.
On the other side of the blue curtain
lies lights of ruby, sapphire and emerald
which appears in the heaven
and the black becomes full of dots
that twinkles and sparkles
and disappear
when the sun rises.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wanted to know this Blue curtain, but know a know. It is the blue sky of a sunny day, which disappear as clouds come to hide it. The other side of this 'Blue curtain' should be the night with the stars as they disappear when the sun rises. Great poem to share, with your creative mind. Thank you.