Pensile thoughts dangling in outskirts of my mind,
waiting to be discovered and explored in context.
Sending messages through eye-catching contact,
expressing a desire to be met and known through my writing.
Finding newly acquired feelings for the sight of them,
hanging like curtains in my visions, already being demanding,
sounding like they may soon explode if not sorted through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem