Idealistic congregation,
Olive branches carried-
Within the beaks of Ravens.
Gnostic hearts,
Trojan horses grazing-
Upon Caustic thoughts.
Fledgling scope-
Directed towards a puddle,
Porting hope-
And dropping Anchor.
Yet in truth-
Is an Iliad, nothing less.
Oceanic;
Placid, arduous, eternal;
Together in Unity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
read kahlil Gibran much?