Surmising ways of life, wondering if an interior
intensity can challenge or move them into differ-
ent spheres at will.
Momentarily taking thoughts, holding them closely
as they blossom, flowing out into the world of an
interior absolute of destiny.
Picturesque, beautiful, intriguing this mind and
intellect with designs of thoughts while writing
their patterns into the future of destiny when
alone in senior years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem