The one thing,
Life has yet to provide.
Or offer to find and discover.
Is that place.
That very special place.
Where those of ignorant dreams.
And wishes desired.
Can go to know.
Everything ignorant,
They choose anytime done to release.
Will be theirs exclusively to keep.
To themselves.
Without worrying about disturbing,
Anyone else who disapproves.
Whatever they do and when.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem