Running throughout ideas and concepts in intellect, en-
joying their refreshing new aromas and textures, giving
my mind challenges that it cannot resist.
Being tempted just by seeing them coming out of hiding,
calculating, figuring out each and every equation to a
fraction of wisdom and knowledge.
Totally counting on possibilities of intellect, knowing
it will never fail me, living with the ending of every
impossibility that's created.
Turning them into extraordinary and beautiful possibilities
never losing hope at finding the way to do it every time,
loving the ingenuity of innate talent, putting it to good
use always in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem