Softly, images touch me from without, a blurring of life carrying on around me.
Noticing colors passing by in grand rainbows of being.
Dancing smiles being held on floors of interior music.
Thoughts colliding with motion and movement, cracking steel chests of emotions,
spilling out their contents for everyone to see in poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem