Thinking ideas while seeing horizons beyond eyes of
penetration, enveloping each iota of cognitive
mosaics in turn.
Accumulating wise anonymity on verges of paradise,
petals of roses glide into view with fragrant scents
of being.
(8: 52 p.m. - 12/12/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem