Even the night clouds held me for a moment
Sense of goodness never drifted or escaped
Mountain tears cascaded to the silent hill
Somewhere idleness hummed differently to nothingness
Nights glow, day's gloom, merging twilight
In my barren chest still I am my master
My mind speaks light years of sagacious imprints
Within pitfalls, slips and common tracts of path
I my heart; me is the master of my mind.....
06-29-10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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