Being alone, enjoying the peace I've found here in the healing garden.
Solitude becoming my interior moods as I sit and write beyond my stay on earth.
Liquefying feelings, letting them flow with the fountains, downhill and back again.
Thrilling to natural sounds of flowing water, tasting the beauty of nature as I hear it's perfect pitch calling constantly through poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem