Shooting sparks, finding their way into my mind,
striking again and again, sending little fire
works into intellect.
Stretching, bending, taking life into uncertain
domains beyond earth, transfiguring the nature
and beauty of their sparkling beings.
Ideas fully wondering with awe, about the single
beauty of another world beyond earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem