On the lakeside it is born
and it becomes the living fruit of the divine,
at first only a spark
and that spark becomes a flame
and that flame becomes completeness.
completness that subsume and spew more fire.... in darkness that is birthed in steps that walk away from love and light..... thanks Kasia
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good composition. Thanks. Yours Gajanan Mishra