Everyone is annoyed of you,
but I am thankful to you!
I know your impudent impulses,
but it's you through that I see
the radiations,
my eyes are not sensitive for,
I see your charms in the beam of light,
that penetrates through
green leaves of the creeper
with sexy buds and flowers.
I think of the games,
you play with them,
and I learn how to excite the leaves and petals,
how to invite them to copy the nature,
to recreate the life,
to create the life,
and I learn how great is the divine creator!
Everyone disgraces you,
but I truly like you!
I appreciate and admire,
your burning in a fire,
I know you are dust particles,
but when incomplete combustion
makes you dancing as a flame,
I see you as a dancer of nature!
When I see so many insects,
kissing you and sacrificing their lives,
I learn how to live in love,
and how to sacrifice the life in love!
I come to know,
life wouldn't be charming,
without the dusts.
I then become a sincere thanks giver,
to someone who is a great programmer!
we have the choking haze here once a year for about four months, so i don't appreciate dust too much. but I do appreciate your love of all things and he lovely poem you wrote on it. thanks-10
thanks for 'Thanks To Dust'. Have thanked flies and the garden weevil, but never dust. It grays the distance, keeps it out of your face, makes you know there's far to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Having thought for impulses for dust is definitely interesting in this wise metaphoric poem shared. Learning to live in love is very nice art. Interesting...10