Romping around in playgrounds of intellectual bliss,
indulging in whatever lures my senses into it's being.
Touching new sounds, hearing new delectable tastes,
all wiring themselves into my brain's neurons and
synapses, allowing telepathic routes to be opened and
listened to.
(4/19/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem