Living in a blank verse of life, thinking of the poetry
that will enliven intellect's mind, as music incites
thoughts quietly out of sight.
Wanting to fill myself with all types of interesting
mysterious ideas created from innate curiosity and left
for all to see for a moment in time.
Then in just an instant, pulling up another empty verse
so I can again fill it with brand new thoughtful ideas
to be conveyed to the world.
Incessantly repeating this circle of poetry until ending
in time here on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
circle of poetry until ending, good one.