a glance of tomorrow appeared
the glimpse of eye heavily teared
given to the enticement
of a poor and lifeless amazement
deep down inside so nervous
the current of feeling disastrous
a grotesque of limelight
appeared a rendezvous kite
unsure of the destiny
but the palpitation promised a way
dark path of the present
have been made what it meant
to make a picture of harmony
where mess turned into sensational beauty.
Because if you take all the pieces and make it whole again..you still can see the beauty..and like FRAGMENTS AND PIECES, each very important no matter how dark it was because you can see the whole image without one of them...Like reflection of broken mirror you still can get a shine from every single piece_Unwritten Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
precisely...sometimes people even the person whom you thought could ever understand the detail of the truth, fail to feel what you really felt. and suddenly, you see the broken pieces scattered everywhere....