Still like corpses
Mutely motionless
Yet it glitters
Longer than a breath to hold
Or the fill in the cup you sip
A dotted light
Each one glows a fancy
Pretty as flowers in the field
Without them the sky is as arid as plain
Now you wonder
In endless
As you stared silently
Slowly as you gain consciousness
You realized in the end
You are mesmerized.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem