Insatiable appetite for writing poetry hours on
end without eating, sleeping or drinking anything.
Finding solace and serenity set deeply within,
soaring fully into the atmosphere without having
to think about anything.
Perfect and everlasting, giving a great sense of
satisfaction in life.
Quickly finding pieces of puzzles that fit together
completely with no gaps in between, making picture
thoughts look like reality on the run.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem