Blue glass forming pictures of reality, seen clearly detailed in
images formed behind great minds.
Taunting puzzles enter perfect reflections, expecting answers
which are not easily given.
Life becomes too real if thought about - too scary to talk about
out loud.
Quietly it is written down in whispers for only the brave of
heart to venture into.
Realms of thought left standing around become transparent and the
blue glass of reality frames each particle into life's true
perspective.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Forming pictures of reality. Thanks.