Grasping straws of my essence, looking carefully at them
as they express themselves to my soul.
Gently, tenderly, telling stories to intellect about their
wonder of all things in this world of curiosity.
Landing on avenues of complacent sounds, taking in every
tone and changing rhythms to suit the poem I'm residing in
at that particular moment in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem