At The First Look,
I Realize, All Are Painted Faces,
Mysterious Eyes,
Ironic Smiles,
And Half Melting Style.
Before I Collapse,
In Countless Colors.
I Find Mystic Void in Myself.
I Find How Birds Know,
Whoes Flight is Quite.
I Find How Life Smiles On,
Who Sleeps With Opened Eyes.
Somewhere, Someday
I'll Melt For Merit,
Merit That Wins The Soul.
Beautiful sketches that evolve poetry. Nice imagination. I'll Melt For Merit, Merit That Wins The Soul. Love it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such an excellent writing! there is no doubt the poetic soul has been captured in this beautiful poem.