Untold intellections of mine
as whispers in the wind skid,
ram into oblivion,
with hying meteorite's splendor and speed.
Vivid echo that ensues
In the wake of transient thought
Nudges me to net surmise.
I am yet tracing an idea that wasn't.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well composed piece. Simply awesome....10+++