Proofs of the divine?
Stunned into silence
Hath you so declared them.
Time, time again.
And this, long before
Engrossed remain.
As when, and winging
Hearted as aired
Touched by whom first, as fate
Felt meaningful
Brushed, for whose sign, though dead.
Still beautiful!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem