Joy fills my entire being
an eternal elation
like those long forgotten lore
of some god forbidden fruit.
that bought joy
and impending sorrow.
without which life would
be a futile glory.
memories without sorrows
leaps of faith
without joy.
tears without pain
smile without rainbows
joy
that eternal abode
found in a fruit
as precious as the forgotten lore
that made,
heaven and earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem