Looking at reflections of what's going on beyond my back in
Christmas balls, a unique picture of time in a small sphere
hanging upon a Christmas tree.
Sparkling and twinkling decorations touching embers of inner
thoughts, enlivening ideas and spreading them relatively in-
to pools of silent thoughts.
Increasing the wonder and curiosity of thinking intellectually,
a spark of spiritually tending to each one, causing a fiery
blaze of creativeness that is unendingly being written into
poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem