Singing voices tuning themselves throughout an inner universe,
tastefully spreading transient joy in my life.
Always, going interiorly, arriving at gates of elation, never
worrying about depression, sadness, abandonment, because I
know this inner joy of talented gifts will always be here for
me to tap into.
An infinite amount of thoughts will fill my mind continually
until I die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem