Sounds of splashing water falling from above and flowing below, laughter and joy in a forgiving way, taking a mind into a poetical and creative experience at this very moment.
Watching as light and shadows furtively move around in the beginning and ending of every day and night, galloping down dusty trails even at midnight.
Alighting in the midst of accumulated thoughts carrying a being onward into insight and visions of many new and exciting experiences.
All of them unfolding through an interior creative process on its own innately, reaching out into heights and depths of every detail seen in a poetical forest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem