Underground. The shadows
crowded in the room.
Then light began to pour
from the arched ceiling,
exploding light
in which they danced
jumped up to touch it
and be made of light,
the light
a rain that they were
splashing in, their hands
reached upwards
bathed in these splinters
of white glass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poo poo poo poo poo poo poo