Cloudy, overcast morning, letting me move quickly into
beautiful depths of myself.
Roaming through all types of landscapes, trying to
find the one where I belong today.
Wanting to be encapsulated in a bevy of thoughts,
blooming from imagination where I can pick and put
them into a poem of my choosing.
Adding a life of it's own to make it stand out and
bud again in measured success on another plain, where
it will grow and expand, allowing more blossoms to come
forth.
A tremendous garden, always growing, being nurtured by
intellect so I can continue writing poetry throughout
my entire life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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