Visions of quiet sounds, reaching my sight with
expected reasoning and logic's absolute power.
Until that is, wisdom touches it with a reverence
it cannot ignore.
Sensing delicate balances as reaching ever inward
I fall into a sphere, filled with an aura of beauty,
willing to take me on a journey into seasons of
tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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