Waiting interiorly, automatically putting pen in hand - beginning writing quickly, trying to keep up with my mind.
Easing stress with each and every poem, life becomes bearable after a while.
Filling the world with thoughts, ideas and novel reasons to live good lives.
Hope and faith weaving tapestries throughout life, enmeshed with poetry for a quiet, serene soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem