Listening to heartbreak as it flows freely from this
mind and pen, describing what is happening, no clues
as to why.
Yet life is so demanding and innocuous, finding there's
usually no rhyme or reason for things that are happening
in this world, but they are being done.
Eclipsing wonder of what is coming about through nature,
many blessings coming from above, moving along, tasting
auras of intellect as they flow quickly into the scheme
of what's going on today in this world.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem