Two spirits two existences
What do they talk? And what did they see?
What did they feel? And what did they hide?
They talked of sparks and the signs on a clear night
They saw the patterns of a rare site.
Sounds of reason knocking somewhere in some dumb corner of the brain
Reality waving from the corner of the eye.
They have been denied entry cuz they stop the mind from running wild
Only bright sparks are true, purple, yellow and blue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem