Creativeness being innate, following patterns of brain
waves and interior designs created before I was born.
Tell-tale signs of imminent sadness touching this heart
with it's tears, letting me feel the beauty of it's former
memories stored within.
Splendid and sensuous emotions, dwelling deeply in my heart,
having a way to be expressed through writing of poetry.
Living, hidden in darkened corners, mournful and silenced
in depths of energy, wanting to be brought out and taken
into the sunrise of tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem