When I look at you nothing is solid.
When our eyes meet, the earth just shatters.
Everything is spinning, and turning, and surging.
Thoughts dissintegrate and nothing else matters
A blue and green kaleidoscope.
The dance of the pieces of souls.
Through the eyes all is seen;
the good, the bad, the new and the old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice well wrote Wren thanks for sharing