Patterns and designs reaching out to intellect, exploring
options wanting to be heard in pictures of thought.
Each atom being taken hurriedly into extremes of lives
strewn about earth like flotsam and garbage, damaging the
atmosphere and environment set alone on earth.
Never being cleaned or kept up, instead being covered over
with exception and never seen again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem