Never before I imagined,
Pushed down and removed,
As suddenly it raised in my actions,
Pushing me slowly and silently.
Ask the missing owls,
And the dark nights,
For I get dumb departed,
To the mysterious elements of love.
Few cracks and sparks,
With rocket speed pierce,
Forming substance in my distance,
Ceiling my imagination over searches.
Perceptions and distress treatments,
All at a naked eye and my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem