Let me take you to
Your childhood
To the reflections
Of crystal glasses
They are too many,
Very colorful
And alive!
Just like our dreams . . .
Kaleidoscopes . . . Inside motion
Kaleidoscopes . . . Inside emotion
I remember a day in August when I was eight
I looked at it in the soil smelling yard
I realized that the beauty is one and same
The only way to reach it is to look at
Inner selves with respect and self-consciousness