Shadows flickering on the curtain
Of emotion vented out in leisure
The caressing comfort pile up
The urge of welcoming the new.
The dimmed luminosity finds its way
Through the game of quivering fingers.
The spout surges with the flood of excitement
For the culmination.
The world windowed out
Peers through weak rays of the day.
When shadows mingle with frantic artefacts
Creation blooms unaware of its being.
The exhausted breath slides down
Bearing witness to the turmoil within.
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I would like to translate this poem
When shadows mingle with frantic artefacts Creation blooms unaware of its being. The exhausted breath slides down....turmoil within....... a very fine poem with a lot of poetic images.. tha hk u dear poet. tony