Signatures of tomorrow placing memories onto sketches of
paintings that were painted in oil yesterday, today, dry,
totally sharing the vibrancy of landscapes on canvas.
Still, quiet, silent and yet vividly being placed into so
many people's minds every day, hearts beating, emotions
rising into plains of feelings that won't be quieted.
Releasing everything holding interior solace from being
exercised, yanked and twisted at last in the sparks of an
interior fire, never to be extinguished while living,
Wonder bringing it all into perspective in the end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem