Joy being shaken interiorly, falling into a trance that
keeps beckoning temptations to come into the light, un-
folding in moments of thought.
Being placed in secrets of a garden once overgrown with
beautiful wild roses, touching senses with their aroma,
giving an essence that will never fade or be erased.
Never disappearing from earth for it's now being placed
in this sacred little poem, being saved for posterity,
one day in the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem