For me: world is not all empty;
It is the precious treasure of the Real!
Death and Life, Day and Night...
...go after each other...
...as the seasons of the year go;
Heart of man, after transformation...
...knows, and sees the reality.
The Truth from inside cries out:
I am much more closer to you...
...than the distance between Two Bows;
I am the Real! You are my manifestation!
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem