Where is the rainbow's end?
Tell me where is it found?
My thoughts are now blend
And mingled, in spellbound.
I can't understand the illusion
That flies here along,
Like a bird of confusion
In an entirely new kind of song.
Where is the heart that feels?
With new caprice around?
Is it a thought, is it for real
Something different, astound.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem