Touching writing rhythms deeply held within, creating
prose and images from them.
Bringing forth, fascinating thoughts and ideas,
brilliantly picturing new scenes and memories, all the
while sitting here listening contemplatively to music
resounding through my head.
Locking together, phrases and sentences throughout
intense myriad feelings.
Stirring rapturously, all grey matter into future
literature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem