Reaching into heaven, being scorched by rays of a hot, hot
sun, yet doing it anyway.
Focusing and touching words of ability, taking out every
bit of vocabulary and using it to portray what I am thinking
about.
Each verse becoming a portrait of the poetry held generously
within this little self.
Forming pictures continually without any effort, loving the
end results of every poem that is created and brought into
existence once and for all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem