As the sequence of fortune.

''I do not wish to reveal the sense of poem through description''

I perceive her,

Like a beam of sun,

Who bends down,

To decode the core of the orb. 

I sense her,

In the endless space,

Of a boundless grace,

Never settling to battle ever.

I feel her,

In the droplets of heaven,

Who turns as nectar,

To be the potter of lives.

I discern her,

In all the inspirations,

Which knocks on the door of sonneteers heart,

To settle forever as an eternal ballad. 

I observe her,

Obscuring herself,

In the depth of the universe,

To evoke the verse of virtue. 

Lastly, I see her in myself,

Residing, reading and rewriting,

The fate of consequences,

As the sequence of fortune.