Delivering rhythms into intellect, choosing automatically
what to write without having a single thought gathered
around.
Quiet and breath-taking, gazing into my mind with delib-
eration through imagination, perturbed a bit, yet tracing
designs throughout my being.
Delicate and softly falling like snowflakes from heaven
to the ground, beauty shimmering throughout this winter
snowstorm being imagined within my intellect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intellectual snow storm narrated very imaginatively, through beautifully penned verse. Thanks for sharing.10 points.