I s e e c o l o r s
Of the universe now- And
Can hear the beauty of diapason
I savor the wonder of life’s divination
And my soul can touch the sky
I breathe the teeming passion
And connect with the cradle
Of humanity - These boons are
gifts that you have imbued
Bequeathed me with the
Artless guidance
Of L O V
E
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem