It's not here,
But I know
It's there....
Surely there....
In the farthest sphere
With its pleasant stature,
It's always calling us
To join its refined and serene realm,
Do you listen?
I listen
With my impeccable poetic ears.
It's not here, but where is it? WHAT is it? Only the poet knows. Intriguing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That there always calls. Sometime they help in our increment or growth and at other times they can be illusionary destroying everything. But important is we need to listen snd attend the right ones.