I wander, In the search of my existence... I wander, In the search of my existence...

I came to your circle centuries ago, When paper was invented.... I came to your circle centuries ago, When paper was invented....

Words, the most important yet the least... Words, the most important yet the least...

The poem describes a mysterious tone. The poem describes a mysterious tone.

Harsh realities Polluted environment, Materialistic world... Harsh realities Polluted environment, Materialistic world...

Use your sight to find my site; And catch me if You CAN ! Use your sight to find my site; And catch me if You CAN !