Waltzing throughout my mind,
capturing my essence in figurative
memories along the way.
Solitary feelings pulling me into
the catacombs of yesterday,
wanting me to remember how things
were back then.
Bountifully raking in the spirits,
fulfilling the emptiness with an
amazing amount of fruitful literal
definitions in poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem