How goes there…
Ornament of the universe?
Bold,
Black pearls for eyes,
Hard not to look at these…
even,
solemn gestures,
giggles…
denting dimples,
forming at your mold of flesh…
As…
With a time by,
Violin strings will play
A heart beat accompanied,
to birth a song
of life…
Be it then
unconcieved drama
a rose as if out of karma.
a novel…
unknown to t’is not virgin eyes
mine an’ those bearing
at this life’s gallery.
Journeying echoes,
voices of truth,
confront this gentle lad…
Beholding,
accepting,
surrendering,
all and none.
Corrupted by this strange air
of seeming…
Sensing…search!
Howling a shame,
It seems,
From a deep under,
of his own naïve_ess
to acclaim.
With gallant tones,
Hail this discovery!
Confused never have I,
Unlike this moment…
Deemed such forces trod the earth.
This is beauty…
look not!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem