Residing in depths of creative juices, drinking them in,
filling up an essence with every ounce of rhythm that
they squeeze from music.
Giving a perfect composition to adhere to life, compiling
many poems to collect through the years, entertaining self.
Afterwards, allowing others to read and enjoy the ones they
like and leave the rest.
A peculiar gift in many ways, yet it's a perfect fit with
intellect and imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem