Poezja

Travels afar and wanders alone
To hear a sound and smell a scent ,
To sample a taste and feel a touch of you,
Distance far away from where.
Consciousness to perceive the objects of you,
Not enough for full comprehension.
Know you as soon as he sees,
Or hears or smells or feels.
Not colourless nor colourfull,
Not shape nor form,
Hard to declare himself.
One only thing he can say,
He loves to know the objects of you.