Stories of entertainment fill me to overflowing
spaciousness, uncovering silent wakes in
deafening grief.
Fluctuating serenity with apoplectic fissures, as
time breaks even over the sunrise and glory of dawn.
Existing in an aura of plenty, we illustrate our
realizations and put them on paper for everyone to
enjoy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem