Reaching interiorly, searching for purposes in life that
I expect are hiding within.
Gliding back and forth, not wanting to solidify or be
known, gathering and collecting all patterns and designs,
entertaining me repeatedly.
Colorful hues and delicate petals of crystal dewdrops
penetrating and giving their blossoms to intellect, all
the while sensitizing every feeling and writing it into
poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem