Enchanting and alluring, sparkles of intellect are
jumping around, enticing and keeping time with the
rhythm of my heart.
Moving throughout inner spaces, justifying beauty
that exists within, nothing extracting from it,
even aging cannot touch it.
Now having found the light of a cell holding life
that keeps me going day and night through the rest
of my temporary life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem