Tickling pictures of youth with feelings that have been
hidden far too long.
Creating sensations of pleasure as my mind feels what it
sees continually.
Never losing focus on what is happening around me in any
given moment, any day of life.
Turning and fulfilling every thought with form and shaping
it to fit in poems as they are written in periods of
intuition and contemplation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And pleasant form this poem is. Liked your flowing lines BB: O)