Solemn, silent, somber, graces flowing through, touching
places of secret desires held within.
Catching hold of everything in sight, placing it on photo-
graphic screens, possibly to savor later on in a poem or a
musical composition.
A reality of positive intellect, traveling onward into the
peace of this lifetime, found only in an interior universe
that innate talent has created for self.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem