When the thoughts are set free in wildness
Without the wings of time
On the milky way to the eternity
I see a world without sorrow and worry.
As I unfold the sheet of the past
The river of sorrow runs down
To the sea of calmness
And the world appears as a dream
Nothing more than the blink of an eyelid
All preparation and struggle disappear.
Most beautifully put.5 Stars full on Top. A true philosophical poem to be pondered upon.I have much enjoyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem.