Life balances itself in measured moments, beating
to innate rhythms and rests, correlating etudes to
become beautiful aspects of entire lifetimes.
Swinging in time to every breath inhaled and swaying
to each exhaled breath along pathways of extravagant
visions aligned in sensory visions of thought.
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I would like to translate this poem
A very thoughtful comment or observation on vision.... gives a scope to think upon... very nice You may read my Power of truth