In English we say lost in thoughtsÂ
But in poetry…
The moments that cannot be described,Â
When one goes into a state of eternal bliss or sorrow,
When one takes time to process the present,
Oblivious of what’s around them.
The ephemeral moments,
When the heart and soul unite,
Probably in conversation with the ultimate power,
When things around freeze
And you are just being yourself.