Reverberations of sound touching me interiorly, giving
vibrations a turn at giving beauty to sensations.
Bubbles of emotion being filled with sanguine epistles
in interior depths.
Pictures leaning against walls in catacombs left in the
darkness of yesterday.
Belonging in the midst of tightened hopes, opening slowly
to the illumination of morning glory's, fulfilling the
impossibilities of lifetime ingenuity.
Tapping into innate talent with an absolute and endearing
power held within this being forever, while being shared
with people all over the world at the same time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem