The poet searches
On the outskirts for something
Noble, bold and rare
That vain modernity has
Discarded. The world
Has gotten too complex
And confused. For him,
There are too many alleged
Post- modern truths:
All style lacking in substance.
Hence, he is looking
For something as child- like and
As innocent as
Eden's original light.
Perhaps it lies at
The threshold of silence that
Is buried within
The heart of this roaring world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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