Promises being made on a whim, never really thinking to
fulfill them, just talking rubbish, filling in time.
Casting to and fro, looking into depths of heaven with
a telescope of ingenuity.
Creating, designing picture puzzles needed for tomorrow's
writing.
Becoming satisfied with the beauty of nature and flowing
down the river of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem