Sometimes we can
read between the lines.
If we really nut it out
and look into hearts.
There is a reason,
for everything in fact.
For every slip of tongue.
For every gesture of hand.
If you look into
such little treasures
you see the battles.
You see another.
You see the wanting of
more than life has
to offer this speck
of cosmic dust.
There is unity in
knowing the others
heart if ones mind is
nourished well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well articuated and nicely brought forth with conviction....