Waking to thoughts that've been created and developed
throughout the night, discovering and building many
ideas.
As mind and intellect recollect particles and fibers of
energy that keep this mere poet composing music, writing
and painting.
Loving life and discovering so much joy and happiness just
being alive, contemplating and being alone in a wilderness
of poetical persuasion of this poet's own free will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem