Throwing away unchallenged words of lifeless moments left
dangling in space, unable to be spoken or written until
folded into rhythms of totality.
Measures of timeless rainbows, stemming from inner gardens,
on late night blossoms, twinkling in the starlight of a
past universe.
Stopped sometime ago, not able to be awakened, just left
to another period in life where their possibilities may be
created.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem