images at times tremble by the cloud
the rhythm seems being shadowed
yell still rocks up in the vale of tunes
voices within bale the cries by the mystery
silence when riffles through the symphony
swooning the crescent stance wrapped up
love of god still inspires by the reminiscence
the wonder of innocence lies when undying
gloss never be lazed lone bequeathing
the dream when betiding beneath
that happens to merge into secret of myth
by the lone voices of own god steering within
yet not baleful by the wind unseemly
warmth still croons by the rhythm of own
innocence when intense and mystical
vale of tune spruces up by the bliss
breath still holds and beholds the sparkle
the gloss of all secrets as reasoned sacred true
heart when enlightened by the redemption
faith still nestles in the truth by the trust
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is something deeply mystical and fleeting in back of this - a sort of interrupted rhythm with phonetic repetitions underlying. Yes, it could be Own God singing... Rgds, Ivan