Wind gliding silently and invisibly across the surface of
the lake, causing ripples to flow along with the tide, sun
striking them as they roll to shore.
Glittering like sunlit diamonds, creating many fascinating
designs that fall into intellect's chasms where they blend
with rhythms becoming delectable lines of poetry.
Through aromas of creativity that continue to be wafted in-
to intellect along with ripples flowing across the surface
of the lake.
Etching themselves into depths of subconsciousness sparkling
and glittering like diamonds of literature throughout the
years on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem