Posterior emblems coincide incidentally with past dreams in coded manifestations of present graphics.
All are set silently in orders unknown to anyone else in the world.
Trying to test, examine, poke or prod will never divulge how any of it happens to come about.
All is kept in silence, never exposed to the outside world, held closely in treasured moments of existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem