in the realm of the ocean
in the depthness of the sea
my soul appears-
ephemeral
in the vastness of this earth
a rhizome resides, as it rains
a fragment of eternal drift
sprouting visibly-
ephemeral
dreams in turmoil,
i need god to touch you
the loving orbit of my being
is perennial
someone said...in the desert...a dropp of water, given to a thirsty traveler, washes away the sins of a thousand years...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love beautiful words (on their own for the sake of their own) and this poem is teeming with them... flows well - really good.