Wishing never accomplishes anything, just gives you an empty feeling when they are not fulfilled to your expectations.
Reaching points of no return, eliciting a splendid image in time, watching it grow and sparkle, glowing ever outward and into spheres of my mind as it goes over thoughts like a skater over ice.
Deeper, edges are more defined and sparkle exactingly into beautiful artful prose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem