Walking through forests of nature, feeling belongings
to innate talents of eternity.
Beginning visions, gathering in myriads of ideas,
matching abstractions cognitively with precision and
peace.
Life carries no promises, yet we can be fully exposed
to our future horizons on levels of humanity.
(11: 02 a.m. - 9/23/09)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem