Looking all around, noticing shadows, textures, angles,
sunshine filtering through a skylight onto a concrete
floor.
Spreading leisurely about, holding onto shadows of
several angles hanging up above, people and children
walking across it.
Their footsteps being seen in shadows, then disappearing
off to the side, all types of picturesque images unfold
at the touch of intellect and curiosity in this mere
poet's mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem