Reality stands aside, as music fills it's void for
moments in time.
Saturating imagination with poetical fluid, pouring
ideas onto screens within.
Ebb tides reaching for shores of tantalizing sunsets,
bringing warmth and heavenly hues into view.
Driftwood, floating downstream, gathering momentum
as it finally blends with oceanic vistas in pure
forms of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem