Mind always writing songs and placing them into measures of
joyful pleasure, nothing but wonderful beauty and curiosity
that continues incessantly.
Never giving up for words are flowing from a photographic
mind onto pages of a poetry journal every night and day,
never leaving anytime to do other things.
Just wanting the sacredness of a creative life to continue
reaching heights and souls of individuals that're waiting
in moods of an expectant moment mounting over time, being
silent, yet speaking up in prose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem