Complacent, yet very genuine life falls open, showing what
lies beneath its outer sheath of living, finding truths
lying about.
Never seeming to be wasting any time as precious moments
continue to fall and lie upon designs and patterns of what
is usually not able to be seen by others.
Remembering to recall millions of memories that all people
have, treasuring and cherishing each one as they are laid
out in many albums of life's journey, a tribute to life on
earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem