Inspiration flowing throughout my being, giving an essence of inner poetical mysteries, and generating a peaceful serenity of seclusion.
Easing self gently into pools of sorrow, bathing in the stillness of a quality silence.
Seeking times of ideal loyalties, walking carefully through abject tears as they fall to their demise, never living on edges of eternal beautification.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem