Round about and then straight into photographic
screens of an interior creativity.
Balancing the energy of a vibrant liveliness
against the enticing pulses of tones and notes.
Giving sensations of many wonderful emotions and
feelings turning into aspects of creativity.
Slipping and falling into the total midnight of
a moonlit horizon, waiting to close it's tired
eyes once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem