Somewhere lightening of my mind sparks intellectual thoughts,
reveling in the microscopic ideals of infinity as it builds
itself a wall of knowledge.
Circumstances are varied and I acknowledge every little
word and sentence that group themselves around an inventive
line.
Gathering them all as if in baskets, printing them entirely
on paper, enjoying myself immensely.
When the time is right, all flows evenly, like music down
the river of my mind to the ocean of my brain.
Life is enjoyable as I write for hours upon end what I create.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem