Waiting through measures of time, life moving quietly at
it's own pace, taking everything in stride, leaving strife
to deal with itself for now.
Not wanting to be bothered by unnecessary interruptions,
just writing and living life on my own, independent and
free.
Allowing my spirit to soar wherever it wants to, giving
great pleasure and joy in doing so, quietly responding
through intellect at my leisure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem