Socializing amidst a ballroom filled with apopoleptic shadows,
inherently touching us with their forcefulness and agility.
Figuring timely motions as they fill voids of emptiness on the
way to another horizon.
Silently creating a design and pattern for future living beyond
the lives we know and own.
Carefully extracting puzzles, finding solutions to them in
canyons of simplicity.
Totally engrossed in significant portions of imagination,
relating all manner of exquisite materials - enough to last for
the days yet to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem