and so...
not everything can be art
there is this sense of taste
and order
this quest for beauty that
must link us to the celestial
the divine
the one that gives us a glimpse
of the
face of God
this beauty that radiates the
light of the moon
this heart that speaks
without words
this eyes that look beyond the lights
the seeps upon
the leaves of poplars
refracting on the clear water of the
pond
where a fish is surfacing
koi flipping its fins
getting near you
and between you
there is just this air that creates a bridge
eye to eye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem