Strumming sounds of natural silence awakening beatitudes of
interior life is quite astounding.
Fragily accelerating quietness into tunnels filled with beauty
and wonder.
Afterwards, creating sensations of all-natural life in one
single moment, full of the sound of music.
Recordingly playing dirges of ancient pastimes, appearing to
fondle the existence of positive memory.
Sensing something hidden deeply within, walking towards it,
reaching constantly to grab hold of it in my writing.
Silent loneliness surrounds my heart with tears of tomorrow's
suffering as tonight, alone, I make my way in peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem