Quietly anticipating an energy built from rhythm and tones
of interior souls, begetting a pious notion from beyond.
Tasting of flavorful beauty, mixed with nature's intense
desires over all the earth.
Sandwiched thoughts between pages and photos of inner
screens, projecting it all into poetical expressions,
touching mindful souls in their bereaved spaces of sorrow.
Narrowing vision on earth, yet expanding it beyond senses
into outer places of heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorrow, a part of the title didn't sound pleasant and pleasing to read the write up yet the other part spaces forced me to have a glance and then decide upon the read. After reading the poem I feel so complete that the spaces are so lovely with beautiful images dear poet pal!