On my reading room 's bookshelf
of 21st century's new world poetry and poetics, there is
waiting archive of my new -dimensional vintage poetry in the timelessness of fifth dimensional beo-silence of handwritten forms, lines, words, abstract universe and morphemes.
treasure island of poetry.
imagination is your boat.
experiencing apoetic truths is your river.
understanding is your sunrise, moonrise, earthrise and poetryrise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem