Nothing in life matters when I cannot write from within.
Solitary thoughts encourage my mind's intellect to portray
life in pictures of written prose.
Tantalizing every bit of interior imagination, bringing an
elevation of glorious passion.
Leaving me in a world of wonderful curiosity all alone, yet
among everyone in words of beauty, touching minds of all who
are in touch with feelings and emotions, in the evening of
my life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem