Unique designs of life being traced into patterns lying in
wait upon photographic screens, enjoying the capability of
mind and intellect together.
Always producing and generating an onslaught of ideas and
images in rhetoric of yesterday's memories, lying at rest
in a temporary sleep pattern.
Adjusting inherently to the beauty of imagination and its
insistence in maintaining the balance between nature and
humanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem