Whispering breezes talking quietly to storm clouds in the sky.
Lasting moments, crawling across my mind, exercising intellectually at a different pace than most.
Feeling emotions taking over and supplanting them with an expertise unknown in the world today.
Flagrant exposition turning heads, twisting gently beyond a mind situating itself at the doorstep of creation's beginnings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem