Charging down avenues of delicate petals of life,
participating in actions of living as existence
bears down upon assets of yesterday.
Writhing constantly along paved highways of
literature and enlightenment.
Sauntering into dimensions beyond what we can
see, yet feeling their presence imminently
beside us.
Going to outreaches of eternity, we balance on
edges of destiny and back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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