Walking carefully into the essence of desert realms,
forgetting nothing as life memories are collected on
photographic screens, intellectually set in time.
Wishing for hopeful dreams as they unfold on balcony's
of this place and time.
Areas and spheres are waiting to be appreciated in
hallways of yesterday's pastimes.
Left to their own devices, everyone will open out
upon incessant dreams of this world on it's own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem