Energetically romping across realms of reality,
exercising special techniques and arousal of
peaceful interjection into saddened lives of
recollection.
Altogether finding answers to loneliness for
periods of space in memory.
Trampling down aisles of gardens, looking at
beautiful sights brought together for visions
to begin and end with.
Joining always with interior motives of
contemplation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem