Platforms and significant designs, fitting in rhythmic
patterns are falling silently and acceptingly into
intellect.
Depth of it's wisdom, opening like blossoms in gardens
of roses, being placed into subconsciousness where they
will spread like wild flowers.
Finally smoothing out wrinkles of distaste with patterns
of modern delight in colorful auras of beauty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem