Irenic emotions flowing like white rapids through me, giving me strength to get through another day.
Following an inner intuition, delving into scattered patterns of life and nature, allowing inspiration to be derived from a deep interior contemplation as I write of it's existence and continue moving forward, not wanting to miss anything.
Being as curious as ever, always trying to answer questions of life that annoy me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this! So true! Thanks for posting it