Stillness coming upon me with quiet interpretations of an
interior intellect.
Collecting bits and pieces of life, entering them all into
verses of prose, letting them express feelings and emotions
that are always within this spirit.
Never taking my eyes off of the beauty of each atmosphere
and environment in our complete and entire world, so happy
and contented, never looking outside of nature.
Interior spheres of a vast universe are created by this
intellect and it's imagination.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem