To be a challenged desire of hope and respect
the tears of rain subside in my youth
To be a bright earthern silk quilt
all done up in a sort of torn, the briefest of seams
So dont distress your heart
which is quiet and rested
The quickness of your soul; your mind
will indeed interpret deeds done in silence
The choice of breath on sigh
is indeed a dance of lights shining in peaceful delight
And then the dance of impression
does quicken the heart to
enormous
relief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem