Anticipated glory filters through years of sacrifice and suffering, timidly hiding from it's recognition.
Foraging through leaves and feathers, searching for languishing thoughts and ideas, becoming cognizant of
lifetime behavior and innate senses.
Alluring designs comforting inner patterns of thought, sensitively touching feelings as they creatively become
books and pages in literature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem