Naturally through our realities we move forward onto plains
of discovery and articulate endeavors.
Stiffly, we move ahead, finding our places in copeasedic
environments, thrilling to our feelings of achievement.
Satisfying our senses with those of other's around us,
we become new designs in our imaginations and flower in
disguise of our memories.
Picking up on renewal of self, we gather ideals in our
aprons and place them inside our consciousness for life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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