Flowers against the cosmos fluttering twinkling matter
Raining down demise-like craters that promise us disaster
The stars brightly expand opening up black dimensions throughout the ages
Turning the level 0 civilizations into level 3 tacticians and mages
Like an ancient book unravelling the future as our hearts turn it's pages
As the mystic musical finely tuned strings return us to the finding of our Creator master. (If we have one)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem