Chrome reflections are shining in the darkness and corners
of this mind, meeting in clearings of forests as I imagine
them one by one.
Nothing ever being forgotten as it is always placed upon
inner screens where it can be looked at to see every word
ever written or detail seen.
Never being at a loss, never having a mental block,
because of these hidden talents all being within this mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem