I feel,
Beyond myself
And all the Stars.
Inoculated
By a love,
That comes
From far.
Beauty,
Just touches
All my senses,
I want more,
Never tire
of its endless
Call.
Yet cruelty
And meanness,
I deplore
And see,
So many, soulless
On that floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
because of from far! The portrait, the comment heartless; inert bin! O dear let you be entered a bit more and look, the seed still waits for your touching to sprout itself...//