This world is still guided by slow arrows
Of Faith and Beauty. I can sense them flow
Through my blood and through the teeming seasons.
Warm emotion enlightens cold reason.
Although darkness pervades our sovereign souls,
Deep within us a precious light glows.
Despite rampant Modernity's pressures,
These slow arrows point to hidden treasures.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A brilliantly written composition. Truly impressive.....5 stars*****