Caressing life's cheeks, nature folds in upon reflections
of memories, holding them like sacred relics of the past.
No substitutes in line, only the truth of reality standing
the test of virtual time.
Simultaneous and brilliant, all-knowing intellect beckoning
to join the search for interior knowledge.
Nothing ever forsaken as ideas gather and are collected
into a series of albums to be looked at through the years,
especially when entering senior years of enlightenment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem