Our thoughts are endless, boundless and outright magnificent.
A thought of mind and soul bonding on the verge of vigilance.
Crying out for the hex of complaicency whilst dug in asurgence.
Folly it might seem, but truly it brings us closer to divinity.
A clean conscience gliding on the edge afar in the horizon.
Catching our minds bare, and wonderlessely seizes our imaginations.
It never hinders us, but peeks our very beings, adding meaning.
Earth and spirit commercing, giving sought after healing.
A wonderus plain, divided, and yet seen as one being, beautifully grasped by wonder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem