Solitarily hiding in avenues of fantasy, creating a life to fasten itself to reality.
Setting out tiers of truth to look upon, upsetting the natural balance brought between relationships and imagination.
Together standing, searching, climbing high into lighthouses of creative imagery, seeking the inner beauty everyone knows is there.
Crystal glass aligned in knowing circles, turning the past into present creations, with tomorrow's future lying in the balance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem