Pebbles of thought, scattered about, waiting to be chosen
and aired out.
Selectively laid bare upon the ground, seeing and expanding
beyond this world and our view of it.
Stepping carefully through acres of ideas, sowing, reaping
great imaginative truths and poetical stories.
Vast horizons set before an idle mind can be met, taken up,
and projected onto paper with a pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem