last night, ancient starlight fell onto your arm
it was billions of years old
and had traveled the entire time only
to smash into your barren wrinkled skin.
there was a team of people who rushed in
to help you wonder, and to make sure
you understand the grandure, the sheer
magnificence of it all.
they held your hands and used strange words
for the starlight, and still stranger ones
for the wondering. You frowned at me,
lost, as if in a foreign plot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes- imaginative and on these plot as if I was attend...profound poetic words of description