A poet's world is a lonely one from all appearances.
Many words expressing sadness and despair brought to bear by certain
surroundings or people.
Inside, deeply quiet, keeping pace with serene wanderings of the
soul.
Curiously seeking out new experiences and placing them in memories
newly created.
Wondering, tuning in to inner whisperings, carefully not letting them
stray too far.
Hiding on cloudy days to stay inside and play happily alone with ideas
and images of my own doing.
Vibrating the core of all being existing within, colorfully scripting
the journey I will take alone, wandering to a far off land into
another dimension where no one may follow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is how many introvert artists' world is and I think the poem thoroughly described it