Silent, chilling alone through writing, enjoying a peaceful
solitude immensely, listening to Yanni and relaxing this
mind so perfectly while writing.
Noticing that life is filled with difficulties, yet being
safe in a little haven of poetical creativeness, reaching
deeply into intellect's spheres.
There all is hidden and kept sacred from prying eyes until
revealed in prose for all the world to see and read, being
silent so others can find their own meanings in it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem