Rainbow spurs to spectra of colors to elude!
eyes carve virile brims of illusion to pursue
as image snuggles to sheen of mirror to form
earth attunes to respire by curve of gleams.
in room of reason eyes reposes to feel clarity
yet light hides in caverns of night to shelter
lest silky shadow may not fall into captivity
for opacity to revoke from shore of divinity.
Spring of joy looks doorway of blue to bloom
vision admires beauty by curve glow to tune
as rose ripples within arm of fragrance to swing
for curve of joy to vie with splattering of mist.
we are just what we are betiding to quip within
as reeks of wine slowly addicts for a cup of green
sultry breeze flares to wither into freak of height
by crust of fossil is humanity just a totem to exist?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem