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 !