Thoughtful periods are upon me more than ever,
allowing me to write like I'm in heaven.
Peacefully solemn, taking each second as it
comes into existence, awaiting it's moment of
fame.
Choosing carefully, intimate thoughts arrive.
Finding their chances of being born again into a selection of memories is always a possibility in a mind's storehouse, collected there for future poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem