Looking out a fourth floor window, a mountain so very close by,
loving the expression of nature spread over it, tempting this
mind to mentally walk up and across it.
Touching everything gently so as not to disturb it's nature
and essence, enjoying the beauty and feelings that enter in-
tellect so selectively poetic, a burning desire to write being
fulfilled musically.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem